It's been 24 months since I confess to my girlfriend. I did this back in holiday, at first it's started as a fun exercise until it became a quiet serious project following my previous Numbers which I did for her too (that's how I confess to her).
Numbers are always interesting to me. In numbers, our relationship is unique, we only spent time with each other less than 20% of the 24 months. We barely see each other, and unlike any other relationship, we're not getting dry, instead, getting cheesy, full of sugar coated words to make each other laugh, and all the crappy crap lame teenagers do. We don't want to grow up, let alone this relationship grows, without us growing up.