“Damn, Beesly! You have way too much stuff.” Jim sat the last box on top the coffee table.

“Speak for yourself. I know I carried in at least 5 boxes for you.”

It had been only a few months since that night, but Pam and Jim had quickly decided that they should get a place together. They spent all their time together anyways, it was cheaper just paying one rent.

Their class had ended, but both were taking other classes. Pam had fallen in love with experimental mediums and was currently in a class that dealt with varying textures. Jim had dabbled in a few other art forms, but kept going back to photography. When they bought the new house, Pam had surprised Jim by giving him a darkroom of his own. Now he would be able to develop pictures and test new methods without having to stay after class.

“So what should be the first thing we do in our new place?” Jim asked.

“Well, I say light a fire, relax on the couch, and who knows,” Pam says suggestively. “But first, we have to unpack one thing.” Pam pulls out their art project.

It had taken nearly a month to complete. It was the biggest undertaking either one of them had done. It had drawings, paintings, pictures, sketches, even some items glued on, making it 3D. The theme was Journey, and it showed everything that they could think of, items that symbolized their journey together. Sketches of Jim, the photograph that Jim took of Pam that one night, petals from the first flowers that Jim gave Pam, a napkin from the restaurant of their first real date, all overlayed and overlapped each other. On top was written the lyrics to ‘My Everything,” which they both thought described their relationship pretty well.

Jim took the picture frame from her, and set it on the mantle. “It deserves a place of honor.” Jim lit the fire, and they cuddled up on the couch.

“Love ya.”

“Love ya, too.”

They never got tired of saying that.