I reckon we experience a lot of different loves in our lifetimes, as we fumble through on the eternal search for that one sparkly human that lights up your world.
I thought I would share a couple of the stories of the loves I have experienced in my 29 years of being.
The Star Crossed Love
I was 16 years old (cue Benny Mardones here) and on a family holiday overseas to the mother land to meet family. Days spent hanging out on a farm, one of my cousins mates was interested in me and a love bloomed.
Followed by 6 weeks of moonlight picnics and day trips to town eating 6 ice creams just to prolong the time we were spending together.
He spoke broken English and my understanding of the language was crappy, but somehow we connected and made it work.
Unfortunately due to the problem of me living a million miles away, we were torn apart at the end of the holiday, looking out the back window in tears as I saw the love of my life slowly fade in to the distance. We wrote love letters for a while but that slowly faded away.
My parents went over there not long ago. He is married with a kid now, but apparently when he gets drunk he still talks about me.
The First Real Boyfriend
The cherry was my first real relationship. You know, proper dating and waiting a month to screw.
It lasted about 2.5 years but probably 1.5 years too long. I was in love, but I guess it was one of those things where you are more in love with being in a relationship than actually having a real deep connection.
I was hurt when it ended, but in retrospect it was more of an ego bruising than heartbreak.
The One that got away
I was so in love with the Watermelon for a very long time. Read the hyperlink for the whole story, but he was always that guy that (maybe I totally imagined it) like there was some kind of magnet there, but for some reason just never went anywhere. It was never meant to be, but I pined for so long.
We hooked up twice (no sex) which still stand as some of the sexiest moments I’ve had, as well as some of the most romantic (Nights in White Satin will always remind me of him).
I stepped away from our friendship to distance myself, and now he’s on his way to becoming a priest, so that probably says a lot about the situation.
Although I’ve been over it for a very long time, I still can’t help but wonder if there was anything there for him too. I guess I will never know.
I spent a good three years of my life begging a fool to love me. It was through this experience that I actually learnt what real love is and that the right person will go the hard yards with you and that you are worth it.
Dumb mother fucker professed his love for me when I stopped seeing him when I met the Boy. Too little too late doy.
The Real Deal
And that brings me to The Boy today. Almost five years of up and down, and heck who knows if this is a forever deal, but at least I know that we have gone through a lot of waves and still something keeps us connected.
We have respect for each other, we get each other, we fight for each other. That’s pretty sweet for now.
And there’s the loves of my life. What’s yours?