The Only Exception
This would be one of a billion blogs about one of the most amazing person in my life.
You know, how every girl goes through their life looking for their “prince charming”? The need normally doesn’t set in until about half-way through middle school, and high school. I was one of those girls. Went through life watching all these romance movies. A Walk to remember. the notebook. nights in rhodanthe. sweet home alabama. Romance novels; twilight. vampire diaries. message in a bottle. Reading romance manga, and watching animes wasn’t far off either. You imagine what it’d be like, to be able to hold someone’s hand, or even feel the lips of someone else’s on yours. In middle school or high school, you do your best to look the best, and capture the eyes that you hope will be the ones that can look into your soul and just see you. And love you just because of that. You life your life in high school, finding guys that are cute, and guys that are into you. Personally, I hated guys that had ever liked me. Not sure what it was, but if you liked me, and I didn’t like you back, it was a cold shoulder from now until eternity. I never understood why I did that. I didn’t mean to be a total dick, but I didn’t want the attention. I questioned what they could have seen in me, probably thought I was easy, or perhaps, it’s just to rid me of those guys who couldn’t do much for me. Does this ever happen to you? Find out someone liked you, and you ended hating them for some reason unknown to you? This lasted me up until about the end of Junior year of high school.
Anyways, anecdote fast forwarded, I ended up falling for an amazing guy the summer of ‘10 and he ended up falling for me too. x) Something that I’ll cherish for forever. This boy gave me my first hand-holding, first kiss (which might I add, came as a shock to me. Trust me, what you think feels like kissing, differs ENTIRELY from actual kissing) my first rock concert, and so forth. he proves to uphold the standards of the perfect boyfriend; chivalrous, a little rebellious, funny, smart, patient, kind, gentle. You name it. Therefore overturning the idea that there are no more good boys out there. You just need to let them find you. :) Patience is the key. We’ve only been dating for a year, but to be honest, we’ll be dating until the end of time. I refuse to be of that percent of girls that fall into the naive ideals of love. I know this is the real deal.
One that only so many find. I was reading a couple of my old friend’s blogs. Just checking up on them, and they’re almost.. pathetic when it comes to relationships. Upset at the fact that they haven’t seen their boyfriend in a month. Or that they’re too far when in fact, they are only 30 minutes away, and are really just too lazy to find a way to get there. Surely, there are cases where transportation is not the case of separation, but this is not one of them. I’m 6 hours away from my boyfriend. By car. And my roommates boyfriend is probably 4 hours away. By plane. So this person obviously have to room or reason to argue. They complain that they love this person so much because of the cute little things they do for them. The little post-it notes. The flowers they receive and things as such. Sure sure, they’re cute. I’ll admit, when my boyfriend does that, it’s hard not to swoon or blush and want to show off. But what strikes me as annoying and pathetic, is her lack of determination. As known by nearly all of the population today, the phrase “i love you” has been thrown and knocked around by anyone and everyone for any use. It’s lost it’s lack and luster. Only rarely does it ever carry the power and passion it once held.
What my point was, is that love isn’t just the cute stuff. It’s not just about going to the view and holding each other close. Not just the chivalrous things he does for you, or the flowers he gives you. If i’ve learned anything from being so far away from him, an loving him the way that I do, it’s that love is when you argue with each other, but love each other enough to not give up. Love is when both of you are struggling to hold onto what you have left, because that’s what matters most. It’s those moments when you have absolutely no hope left, but that slimmer of love that the two of you hang onto.
