My Favorite Love Story

My most serious relationship ended a little over a year ago. And since then, I’ve been on my own, trying to adjust to being alone. It’s kind of weird going from spending way too much time with another person to spending the most amount of time with yourself. The first few months were pretty hard; but overtime, I started to get used to it.

This was around the time that I just started writing. Before, all the things I’d typically write about here, I was talking to him about. And we truly did spend some wonderful time together, full of interesting conversations and creative expression.

However, I think this period of my life stifled my own potential in a lot of ways. Instead of sharing myself openly, I shared myself primarily with him. Our conversations, however interesting, never really amounted to anything more than hot air that was lost after the chat had ended

I kind of isolated myself from many of my friends for the two years we were together. So all of my thoughts and ideas from then feel kind of lost in the past. That being said, I feel so grateful to have discovered a passion for writing around the time our relationship ended. I don’t really know how or if I would have coped otherwise.

And looking back on this past year, I realize that, in many ways, I’ve entered into a serious relationship with writing. At this point, we talk most days, I’d say. Everything felt very natural and healthy from the start. The red flags I noticed (but ignored) at the beginning of my last relationship were not apparent in this new one.

This one kind of started as a friendship. I knew that I liked writing for years, but it was stuck friend zone, if that makes sense. When we were together, we always had a pretty good time, but I didn’t really think much of it. It wasn’t until someone else saw the obvious chemistry between us, and pointed it out to me, that I considered changing the dynamic of our relationship.

At first, we only saw each other once or twice a week. There were even some weeks we didn’t talk at all. I was trying to figure out my feelings about writing. I knew it made me excited, but I couldn’t picture our lives together long-term.

My interest definitely grew as the months went by. Sometimes we’d spend hours together multiple times a week. We’d do all these really interesting activities together – like traveling the world, discussing books, going on spontaneous adventures. It was all extremely empowering. I felt like we could do anything when we were together.

Writing was even there for me during my darkest periods. It never judged my occasional bouts of depression. It helped soothe me when I was having terrible panic attacks. Writing never let me down when I needed it most.

And as I get to know writing on a deeper and more intimate level, it never ceases to amaze or intrigue me. I feel like I learn something new about writing every time we’re together. I think we could spend our whole lives together and we’d never stop growing and learning about one another.

This is not to say that our relationship is perfect. Sometimes we need our space from each other. Sometimes we fight and don’t talk for a few days – or a week. But despite the occasional conflict, the magic of our relationship never wanes.

Will we be together forever? I can’t really say what the future holds for us. However, I can say that writing has given me so much hope over this past year. It reminds me that there’s always light at the end of the tunnel, and then enjoys the beauty of the light with me when we’re out. When we’re together, I feel a sense of clarity and peace that is grounding and quite beautiful.

And in a few short days (or weeks, who really knows for sure) we will have created two hundred pieces for this blog together. Whatever happens with us in the future will never take away from all that we’ve created.