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Eighteen years ago, a guy asked me out on a date. Lots of things went wrong that night including me spilling soda all over him and him ripping my jeans. I had a good time with him anyway, and he enjoyed my company because we went on a second date and more. Things always seemed to go wrong, like him bringing chips and salsa over to watch TV with me and him ordering fajitas and having to eat all the peppers quickly. But he still kept asking me out, and I still enjoyed going out with him. I'm glad we stuck it out, because there is no one out there I would rather be with. He is my copilot on this journey called life, and he is the only one I want by my side. There aren't words to describe how much I love him!