Falling in love young is both a beautiful and tragic thing. You fall quick, you fall strong. Yet you get blinded and lost at the same time.
My boyfriend and I became a couple a few weeks before my 18th birthday. We had messaged each other everyday for a few months before we met, then we got together a couple of weeks after we met. It was quick. We barely knew each other. We barely knew ourselves. All I remember is knowing that we would be together forever. That my times of being single were over.
I didn’t know what it was like to be in a serious relationship. I didn’t know what type of girlfriend I was. So I experimented. I did things that I look back on now and cringe. Like declaring my love for him on a video and posting it on tumblr. Writing his mother a letter thanking her for raising him. Things that I guess are ‘cute’ but things that the current me would not do.
I did other things too. Trying to be something I was not. But yet, how could I have known it wasn’t me, when I had not known who ‘me’ was.
We never argued, and I didn’t like to show him when I was hurt. We weren’t real with each other. Tried to keep up this ‘perfect relationship’ when really we were both very lost and confused.
Until the day that we broke up. 1 year and 10 months into our relationship. As painful as that day was. It was the birth of my self awareness. When the bubble I had lived in had finally burst and I was set free. The real me. We spoke, and we understood each other.
Six days later we got back together. I cannot lie, even though I learned that those lovey dovey messages from him were not completely truthful, I still missed the cuteness that I thought we had. But now we have grown. We know who we are. No more trying to be a certain type of girlfriend. I am me. He is him.
Here we are 5 years, 2 months and 26 days later. Our relationship has definitely evolved and strengthened. We are friends. Dare I say best friends. Who are in love. We have our days when we need our space. We do our own things. We help each other reach our goals.
See, falling in love young is a hard thing. Finding yourself when in a relationship with someone is difficult. But once you make it through that point. Once you realise who you are, and you love yourself. Your love for that person becomes real.
It’s more than flowers, love letters and cute texts. It’s about taking the other persons plate to the kitchen and washing it.
Photographs taken by @PatieCakes