The Hidden Chapter: I’m a lucky girl
I am slightly high off of feminine romance movies, so of course I have to take this opportunity to spout off romantic nonsense that only makes sense to me and one other person.
I don’t write much about my relationship, not for lack of anything to say, but perhaps the desire to keep it more sacred and less poisoned by everyone elses opinions.
I have been in this relationship for a year and a half, and regardless of whatever direction it takes, it has been one of the most positive influences of my life. The mere mention of his name throws me into a permanent smile, even to this day. I’ve memorized all of his little quirks, just as he’s memorized mine. I love the way he calls me baby, I love listening to his laugh, I love the way he talks about taking care of my father, I love the way he says “right” and “list” with his ever charming southern accent, and he makes fun of the way I say “Gas” (apparently I say “Gayus”).
And you know you have a great catch when he goes on a week-long trip to Florida to do some training for work, and not only does he give you a care package of a cute romantic cartoon that you’ve never seen (but you find hold several minute inner-meanings towards your relationship), but talks to you on the phone for hours every night while he’s there (sometimes upwards to 4 hours), watches the movie with you, surprises you with candy, and makes sure to call you every morning.
Then you think that perhaps, finally, those romantic and sentimental movies are actually hitting on something. That perhaps they aren’t just false romanticism stories that get everyone twitterpated and wishing for the impossible. That your previous relationships, while exciting at first, and with many lessons learned, could never have been molded to even match the intensity of finding “true love”.
I guess I just consider myself a lucky girl.
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