and it was TUFF.

He and I have spent the last 8 months eating tacos, drinking cheap gin, petting kitties, larfing, brunching, talking about poop, talking about Australia and—with the exception of a few sleepovers (him, not me)—sleeping in the same bed every night.

We’ve seen summer, fall, winter and spring in New York together, and experienced our first Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year here.

I’m gonna miss you, honey boo boo.