Happy Three Years?

Three years ago, today, I asked if you would like to go out with me. I believe that my exact words went something like this: "So um, I was thinking, heh, that maybe, if you wanted, you might want to, do something, with me, you know, if you want. Like, er, do you want to go out?...Oh, with me? Like you know, just you... and me?"
Que silence. I looked up at the sky, at my shoes, at the leaves on the tree, any where but at your face. And no matter what you say, it was not your beauty that intimidated me, it was, just, I was afraid to see a look of disgust on your face.  My hands sat deep into my pant pockets, trying to dig to some unknown.  I was nervous, and both of my knees were fine at the time, so I was bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet and bending my knees out of nervous habit. 
Your hair was curly that day. It made me smile.  That is how I knew that it was the day to ask you out. For one, I noticed that your hair was curly and different than normal, which really is an impressive feat because I am pretty oblivious to hair, and that it made me smile, it just looked extra pretty that day.
I waited for an answer. I snuck a look at you. You looked a little dumbfounded with a dazed grin on your face. It seemed like forever. I don't know how long it took you to answer, for real. I would assume that it was like five minutes of you smiling before you actually answered though. 
I just stood there like the awkward kid I was, waiting.  I was ready to walk away before I made an even bigger fool of myself when you said, "k."
I probably turned red.  I could feel my face going hot with excitement and happiness.  I assume that means I was blushing. I'm not really sure. I don't ever blush in front of a mirror. I honestly smiled the rest of the day.
Somehow, the whole school knew that we were dating within hours. I think that they all saw it coming. We were pretty good friends before we started dating.  We got stared at. We used to say that heads turned when we walked down the hallway because they were just struck by our pure awesomeness.
Our friends seemed to approve of us.  We weren't excluded from them like other couples were. We also did not suffer from PDA like most of the others did, which I hear was appreciated. 
First Anniversary, I bought you a new hair curler.  I think it was a hair curler at least, I had to ask your mom about the thing that you actually wanted. I think it curled hair. It might not have been a hair curler though?  Anyways, I brought you to the Beach House, I got the waiter to give you a menu without prices and you bought some pasta, I bought a steak.  We walked around after, we sat somewhere.  Now I do avoid all PDA but I'll say this, I liked kissing you.
Second Anniversary, we were on vacation with my family to California.  We were at the beach most of the day, you wanted to just lie and tan, but I got you into the water with me for a while.  We went to the Beach House for lunch, a different one this time, with a lot lower prices. I got you a necklace, I can say now, that I paid a lot less then what I should have.  Half price actually.  You looked at it every time we passed Tiffany.  I thought you would be really happy with it, but you just gave me one of those, I hate you, I love you hits.  Well then something else so I guess you were happy. Besides I hardly every got you anything.  I can't believe that I am still defending why I bought you that present.   
What are we doing this year? I brought you flowers today, and I sat at home and I studied.  I wrote this for you.
I still dream about you, you know.  I dream that you are with me, yet somehow unattainable. I am happy to even see you though. Then I wake up and disappointment sticks with me throughout the rest of the day.  I won't only be happy in my dream, will I?     After we had dated for a year or two, people started to ask me if I was going to marry you. I'm sure you got the same question.  I always said no, without any slight hesitation.  In my head I was always thinking probably. Maybe, if I had said yes, God would have taken pity on us and never let the crash happen. But all because I said no, he made sure that we would never even get the chance to get married. I know that this is not the way things go but, what else am I supposed to think?
Anyway, Happy Anniversary...I guess.