Valentine Special: That Thing Called Love
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I have dug up an old post I wrote in 2011 right after I got out of my very first relationship. It was bitter-sweet to look back at this, but more sweet! I have definitely been blessed in my life despite all the ups and downs and I am so lucky to have experienced love like this. Hopefully, people can share their own stories with me. Here is the flashback (still written in present-tense):
“So some months ago, I got out of my first relationship of two and a half years. No, it was not an ugly break-up though our relationship did have some intensely ugly moments. We cried and kissed each other good bye. He simply moved to pursue his dreams and I stayed to complete my education and graduate from college. I fell of the last person I ever expected to fall for. But we understood each other. We had our own smiles and quotes. We acted like children that had their own secret friendship which no one else could be a part of. And we loved each other protectively and fiercely. The sacrifices we gave for one another can not be counted. But unfortunately, he had to move. I am not going to talk about our negatives, just know that they existed.
I gave him everything good I had in me and left myself with nothing. He threw his carefully guarded emotions at my feet and sacrificed so much for the both of us. We exhausted ourselves in our love. We became adults together but we needed to know what it was like to be adults apart. We are both experiencing this new found freedom so foreign independently. Of course we miss each other. We don’t say it because we do not need to. I never thought I would find a relationship like this. Yes, I was one of those girls who would spend long, lonely nights not wanting to be alone. Wanting to be held, yearning for those tender kisses and comforting arms. I got it all.”