M. McDonald

Fall of 2025. To the world:
Micah McDonald is my dear, lovely boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a little over two years (not counting our brief high school romance). We’re both living at home with our parents, both struggling to figure out what we’re meant to do in life, but both so happily in love.

Fall of 2025. To Micah:
My feelings for you are unnaturally natural. It’s as easy as waking up and being in love with you. I could not have been luckier to find someone who is so caring, thoughtful, kind, and hardworking. What makes me the happiest is the way, when it’s just the two of us, all our worries somehow disappear. It feels so easy to be with you. I think that’s what matters most—the feeling when we’re together, when our lives feel so in sync with one another that it becomes second nature.

Fall of 2025. To Us:
Maybe one of our hardest years yet, in terms of our individual lives. Both struggling with our careers, both feeling lost, but we have each other.

M. McDonald, thank you for being my rock in the Fall of 2025, and my person forever.