Work is slow and I’m bored, so these are my ramblings for today.
I feel like I have always wanted my love story to be by the book and I wanted that fairytale to be told to you because the best stories are the ones which end in predictability and never leave a scar.
..but it didn’t turn out that way for me. I’ve “loved” and lost a few times in my life, some of the times more powerful than others, but all of them were love in completely different ways.
I think the reason my fairytale hasn’t been by the book was for a million reasons, most of which I will never share. But the one I’d like to point out is so that I could share all this with you. Had I experienced the perfect love story since the day one all this writing wouldn’t exist. I wouldn’t know any different and I would be sitting here writing to you that my story is the only true fairytale and love is defined by everlasting terms only. I would be writing about the time I was swept off my feet, whisked away by some gentleman who only would take me to extravagant dinners and I would tell you to look for that guy because he will buy you diamonds and pearls. You may have those over the top romances and you’ll get so lost in magic of it all, but it doesn’t happen for everyone.
Sometimes, I think love is sitting at home on the couch, drinking milkshakes while watching scary movies; cringing into his shoulder when the movie makes you jump, and having him deliberately try to scare you. Sometimes love is picking blackberries and buttercups, sometimes it is watching Spanish soap operas, and sometimes its taking naps and listening to him snore. Sometimes love is laughing at him first thing in the morning because his hair stands up on edge pointing a million different ways after laying beside me all night. Sometimes love is when he tells you that you’re beautiful, even when you aren’t; when you’re stuck in bed, wash rag on head, fever exploding, red flushed cheeks, whining about how you don’t feel good. Love is never letting a time pass by when he doesn’t kiss you goodnight. These moments are just as special and just as important to your fairytale story and will lead you to the last love; your favorite love of them all.
Love is love, though. Whether it is the magical entity of perfection because maybe that works for you. Or whether your fairytale love has lasted since you were 8 years old swinging on a swing set; still not convinced if the boy beside you has cooties or not. Or whether your love began in the 10th grade over learning how to kiss with braces, but graduation dreams and career choices lead you down different paths. Or whether your story began in college and you two stayed intertwined, because these years are the ones that change you the most. And change you the hardest. And change you the most dramatically into who you will be the rest of your life, yet your love made it and you two end up together because that was the one thing time and other people couldn’t fade. Their attempts to rip the threads that mended you two together weren’t strong enough – the two of you found a way to be stronger.
Or maybe you didn’t. Maybe you had different dreams to pursue and deemed that more worthy. Or maybe whether you’re still single at an age you never believed you would be, but happy because your fairytale right now is your life and your job and your friends and being able to afford to attend concerts or weekend getaways whenever you feel like it and you laugh now more than you ever did before; you’re just in love with life itself. Or maybe whether your love started a few months ago. You finally were able to love again after swearing it off from failed attempts before and believing there was no such thing. No matter where you’ve been or where you’re going, this is still your fairy tale.
Love is love no matter how you view it or how many times you’ve been in it or how many times you’ve lost it or how many times it brought you back together with someone. Love is not defined by a time stamp or certain matters of affection or distance. Love knows no bounds. Your story is your story no matter where it starts or where you choose to start it – no matter if it starts after four dates to prove he’s really into you or if it starts with a kiss the first night you met. Your story can be whatever you want it to be.
Stay in love forever or break up a million times or date a bunch of different guys – this is your fairytale. Tell it how you want. But just know the absolute best part about it, is that it will never be anybody else’s.