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.
I hope everyone finds this type of love.