Sentimental Sundays

This weeks Sentimental Sundays post is dedicated to relationships (heavy, huh?).

It has taken me a long time to realise that life is not like the movies.

The Boyf and I have been through a lot in a relatively short space of time.  We met on December 1st 2010 and started renting a house together at the end of April 2011.  After the initial excitement of looking for a property, unpacking our belongings and searching for the perfect house hold appliances (yes, I really am that much of a geek) we eventually settled down into everyday life.

It was then it hit us, I think the exact thought was something along the lines of ‘oh, so this is it then’.

We then spent a good couple of months feeling sorry for ourselves, questioning if we had made the right decision, questioning if we were really right for each other, questioning the reasons a 24 year old and a 26 year old were sat in watching Strictly Come Dancing on a Saturday night when everyone else our age was out drinking the loopy juice.  We fought until we cried.  And then we realised (after many heart to hearts with my mum – she’s amazing) that you have to make your own happiness.

People (myself included) believe that love is all about walking around with butterflies in your stomach and birds singing mary-poppins stylee as you walk hand in hand through a bed of roses.

Well it’s not.

Love means different things to different people.

To me, love is still wanting to hold him tightly, even when I want to punch him in the nose.

Love is the private jokes we have that no one but us will ever understand (or find funny if they did..)

Love is waking up next to someone and not wanting to move because you are enjoying your snuggle to much.

Love is loving his weird and quirky ways.

Love is knowing what he is going to say, even before he has said it.

Love is talking in goofy voices that you wouldn’t dream of letting anyone else here.

Love is not being embarrassed when he never understands any jokes ever.

Love is cooking his dinner every night whilst moaning that he never does anything around the house.

Love is constant nagging.

Love is sitting for hours at a time whilst helping him with his books.

Love is laughing until you cry.

Love is doing nothing but sitting.

Love is arguing because you care.

Love is blazing rows over who spilt the milk and then laughing about it later.

Love is singing at the top of your voices whilst holding an invisible microphone.

But mostly?  Love is knowing that the person sitting next to you is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, no matter how many trials and tribulations you have to go through to get there.


One thought on “Sentimental Sundays

  1. Lovely! You nailed so many facets of love. For me and my husband, love is grounded firmly on a shared view of what we want out of life, and it grows with our shared history…with all your facets in between.

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