Guest Blogger Week: A love story
When I was 13 years old, I made a friend named George. He was a big Greek boy with eyelashes a mile long, a smile that lit up rooms, and the best giant teddy bear hugs anyone could imagine. He became my best male friend.
When I was 15, I dated a years-older rocker boy who was bad news and completely unworthy of my time. While he dodged my calls and went out drinking with his buddies, I pined and home and wondered why I was so easy to ignore. George hugged me every day at school and told me I was pretty.
When I was 17, I got engaged to a tall, skinny Greek boy with tattoos and a secret drug addiction, coupled with some mental instabilities and a tendency to be controlling. When it (obviously) fell apart months later, I ended up with my own personal stalker; one who knew my daily schedule, work and home addresses, college class times and locations, and parent’s phone number. It got messy. George calmly took the phone from me and softly spoke something Greek into the phone. The messiness stopped.
When I was 22, I had a child. Things didn’t work out with his father and I, and I needed to move. George showed up at my house alongside my parents and helped my dad load up the car with furniture.
When I was 24, a boy who I was deeply in love with left me and moved across the country with another woman. I was devastated and refused to get out of bed, listening to sad songs and crying all day. George showed up at my house with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a shoulder to cry on. He called me twice a week for a month to crash my pity party and get me back to attending classes and work.
When I was 27, I realized that every quality I had ever looked for in a person had been standing by my side for 14 years: protecting me, laughing with me, sharing secrets with me, and growing up with me. George was handsome, funny, chivalrous, honest, loyal, caring, giving, smart, talented, and thoughtful. And I had finally opened my eyes and seen the potential for an epic love story.
We’ve been together for just over a month now. I have never been happier, more comfortable, or more appreciative of a person in my entire life. The moral of the story is… Open your eyes. Maybe true love is closer than you think.
I wrote a guest blog for withoutmelissa this week. Her blog is sweet and sunshiney and tends to make me really girly-happy daily. Go see it, ok?
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