I've been dating my current boyfriend for a year and four months. Which sometimes seems like a crazy long time, and other times seems like it's completely flown by.
But either way, it's been the most wonderful year and a quarter of my life.
I like him a lot. He's a wonderful person; he understands me, sometimes when I don't even understand myself, and he makes me laugh, and he supports me no matter what, and he makes me feel like a better person.
He's the Remus to my Tonks, and the peanut butter to my jelly, and a whole host of lovely euphemisms such as that.
He's pretty freakin' awesome.