About a year ago, the first real relationship I ever had with someone ended. We were together for almost 5 years. We met in college, fell in love, created beautiful memories together, and loved each other more than we loved anything else in our small, inexperienced world.
We finished school, we got jobs and we started doing the “real world thing”. Our relationship wasn’t conventional. We did long distance for all of it and any free moment either of us had, we moved mountains to see each other. We hurdled every obstacle that life threw at us the best way we knew how.
After years of being done with the distance, we decided to take the plunge and move into together. Long story short, we crashed and burned. But that’s not what this is about.
In an effort to heal myself, I rid all of the things that could bring back the memory of what once was. The pictures, ticket stubs, the photo booth pictures we took. The photos and videos on my phone. Every gift we ever got each other. As time from the split went on, I gradually got rid of the things that no longer served as memento of our relationship. At least I thought… and that’s what brings me to this today.
She would always leave little notes around my room or in things that I would see throughout my week. Inside jokes, reminders that she loved me, and other stuff that just made me feel good. Today I found the last hidden message to be discovered. In a notebook, I hadn’t used since I interviewed for my current job, was a list of questions I had written down in preparation for my interview. Under those questions, were notes from her.
I read them and I smiled. I was brought back to that feeling of pure love. That feeling of being bulletproof because someone loves you so much. This past year, as I would find small these small mementos it would send me deep into a place of hurt. However, this time it didn’t hurt.
It didn’t hurt like heartbreak or sorrow. It didn’t hurt like pain of losing someone and it didn’t hurt like missing someone. It felt like the greatest feeling in the world… Love.
Today what it brought me was the reminder that I was able to be washed in love by someone and I was able to reciprocate it.
I am grateful for her. I am grateful for our relationship. I am grateful for every memory we made. I am grateful for all 5 years of us. I am eternally grateful, I got to experience her love.
I feel compelled to share this because these are my feelings and I think these are feelings we all have experienced. In years past, I would write stuff down and never post it because I felt that nobody cared. My goal is to be more transparent and more real with myself. I want to express what I feel and stop living in the thought of what other people think. My hope is that I inspire others to be more real with themselves. My hope is that people pursue more things that scare them. My hope is more people pursue their personal freedom.
“People know that in allowing us to chase our dreams unencumbered, they are silently giving themselves permission to pursue their own.”
This is one step in pursing my Personal Freedom. I hope it inspires you do the same.