Today I am writing because it is a special day;
It’s the anniversary of when me and my boyfriend began dating, four years ago.
And I’ll try not to get mushy or cliche because after four years of learning, tolerating, and loving someone you become more mature in the way that you love them.
As a child, I was raised to think that true love was something out of a fantasy.
That it would happen through a single glance from across the room or from a sudden fall where he would be there to catch me.
But it didn’t. There was nothing like that. No fantasy, no story book beginnings, no chance of fate.
To be honest, on our first date I didn’t think it would last.
We both felt awkward and fished for topics to talk about and did not know how to act around each other.
But, there was something about the last few moments when he dropped me off that made me want to call him again.
And I did.
And still, on the dates to follow, I did not experience any magical moments.
Instead, I discovered something better.
I discovered that we laughed at the same dumb jokes, watched the same television shows, had the same hobbies, and ate similiar foods.
I did not fall for my Prince Charming, instead…
I fell in love with my best friend.
And four years later, I know that I could never find anything better.
White steeds and gleaming swords are wonderful in theory, but my boyfriend grounds me and knows my mannerisms inside and out.
He can always read my face and know exactly what I’m thinking.
He can be immature around me and we can laugh and fight and love each other without embarrassment or hesitation.
And that’s how true love should be, THAT is the real happy ending.
My advice, give up on finding your fantasy and look for your best friend instead.
You’ll be much happier in the end.
[If you are reading this, Happy Anniversary. I love you, and I can’t wait to spend a lifetime laughing and learning with you.]