They say High school romances don’t last. I say Love is Love and it doesn’t matter if your 16 or 50 when you find the love of your life you better hold onto them.
I met my husband when I was 15, I was stupid and so very full of myself. When I was 16 the summer before Junior year we started talking, Honestly I don’t remember the full reason I pursued my husband (Yes I was the one that chased!) but I knew that I wanted him. Who would have known that 10 years after our first date we would be married.
Not everything is roses. We do have arguments, we have those days where we just need some space from each other. Love isn’t perfect, you have to work hard, make compromises and try things you never thought you would, however we never make each other do something that would make the other uncomfortable or that they would deem morally wrong.
I love my husband so much, I never thought that after 13 years he would still give me butterflies in my stomach, makes me find more reasons everyday to want to hold his hand.
He makes me feel like the only woman in the room.
This is the one thing I don’t think I can ever give up.
Sit down, relax and get comfortable. Let me tell you about a love affair that has lasted 27 years. Now cats, let me warn you this post might be long and I’ve thought of how to put this love into words and it has been incredibly difficult but now I think I can finally literate the feelings.
27 years ago we met, I was new to this world and did not quite know what to make of it. To be honest I barely knew you existed, I mean I’ve seen you around was a little curious but I didn’t know what to make of you so I didn’t bother. My mother actually introduced us, at the time I think she liked you more than I did. She would always play with you, try new things with you while I just sat there and looked on not knowing what to do or say. It was a couple of months later when I realized how gorgeous you are.
You were blonde with curls and oh so soft. I remember petting you, I also remember my mother smacking my hand away. It didn’t matter I knew you were mine and I would sneak off just to play with you and ‘experiment’ most of the time I would get in trouble because I would try cutting you with scissors or coloring you with a marker. I think one time I even poured chocolate sauce on you.
One day my grandmother cut you away, as I watched the blonde curls fall I mourned the loss sobbing relentlessly. A couple of years went by and you eventually turned darker yet I still loved you, you were so full of life and bounce I couldn’t let you go. Others fell in love with you as well, but I knew they couldn’t have you. Once a girl in class got jealous and tried to hurt you, she would tease me horribly about you but I wouldn’t give up, I wouldn’t give you up.
As we grew older we experimented more, you were dyed purple and I had cut you myself. I then bleached you of your color. It was a blast I don’t think we’ve ever had that much fun, I don’t think I could have loved you more. I remember taking you to the beach, and you had sand everywhere! I don’t think I’ve ever see you have that much sand and I had to wash you multiple times because the sand just wouldn’t be gone. I’m laughing now just thinking about it, that didn’t stop us though did it? I think we went to the beach every day that summer and as my skin got darker you just kept getting lighter and lighter.
Before I knew it we were both adults, the years had turned to decades and yet you were still by my side. You seen me through the ‘What did we just do?’ to the “How Amazing is that?’ and I just knew we could never be parted. You’ve never judged me just stayed near, offered to be the blanket when the awkwardness got to much and my friends disappeared. When I thought I was all alone and that I had no one to love me, but you love me.
You were one of the reasons I started this blog, you inspire me. You make me want to be a better woman, a better person.
But lately there’s been something wrong, I can tell. Somehow along the way, we lost touch with each other. We didn’t get along, we frustrated each other to no end. I thought that maybe it was me, maybe it was something I did, maybe I had upset you in someway. Whatever it was it drained you of life. You were limp and dry, literally breaking at the ends and I didn’t know how to stop it. I bought you things, tried to force life into your breathless body, but it didn’t work. Finally just feeling hopeless, I did something I have never done since I was little girl, I let someone else play with you. I let someone else decide how to treat you. I was nervous and I felt tears bite the back of my eyes, but it was the only way. The only thing I had yet to try.
I think it worked. You feel more alive than ever and the love that I thought was diminishing blossomed again. For the first time in a long time we are both happy and I feel that grief lift off my shoulders, that black hole that was slowing growing get filled in. I love you hair, I love you so much and I know that well be okay.
So in other words cats, I got a completely new haircut for spring. This is the first time in a long time that my hair has been this short. what do you all think?