I had grown up knowing the fantasies and fairy tales of love. I read them in books and magazines, saw them in movies and heard them in songs. Weddings looked so surreal with little brides, flower girls and ring bearers. So it seemed normal for me to find my own love, soul mate and life partner.

We met through a mutual friend, I don’t know if it would be right to call it love at first sight but there was definitely a bond from the very beginning; it was born from friendship and shared values. He was my prince charming, my knight in shining armour and my confidant. Of course there were butterflies in my stomach, lots of adventures, storytelling and laughter. It was also very exciting, solid and mature. We knew exactly what we wanted and worked towards it each passing day.

With him I learnt the real meaning of understanding, forgiving, commitment and giving. I had never met anyone as selfless and kind as he was, someone who genuinely had my best interest at heart, someone who had so much believe in me than I ever did, someone who encouraged me and pushed me to be the best version of myself.

I always remember something from that relationship, we never had those baby fights or even the big ones or held malice either. It wasn’t that we were perfect but it was because there was so much understanding, sacrifice, tolerance and commitment. He always said three things were important asides love and commitment; they were – understanding, tolerance and trust and we built the relationship around it. We were so young but at that time we knew what mattered more to us.

I have been a firm believer of love and with him I learnt that love is certainly real. True love can be found and you can never really force it, you can only choose to find love and then work at keeping it when you eventually find it. I learnt also to love myself and care for someone else other than me. I also knew what it meant to stand with someone in sickness and health and in good and bad times. I learnt to be happy and to try to quit worrying (even though I still worry). Most importantly I learnt and felt what it means to love and be loved.

And as with other things in life, life happened. We aren’t together anymore but he is still a big part of my life. So just like in the movies they may not exactly last forever, but like the songs you can always play them over and over again.

So there goes my first love story, do you remember yours? What did you take out of it? Are you still with your first love? Share the details with me as you remember all the beautiful memories.

Love is such a beautiful thing.

Published by Indulging heart matters