It is a wonder how much things have changed in the course of a year. It is even more a wonder how much I have changed.
I remember around this time of the year, I was thinking of ending my relationship for no particular reason. I just felt like ending it. I remember telling my friend that I miss being single; that I miss flirting freely with other guys and going wherever I want without someone constantly making me go home. The thought of wanting to be free lingered in my mind for months on end. It made me wonder what kind of relationship I was having with my boyfriend. Was I staying just because I wanted to have a boyfriend to run to? Was I even taking the relationship seriously?
Then, something changed. It wasn’t something that I noticed right away. It just happened. It was something I never really felt before. It was such an unfamiliar feeling that it bothered me for nights. Until… I realized that I love him. I really love him. It was not the kind I felt before. It was something more. Before, I could take not talking to him for days; I could take not seeing him for weeks. But now, I have the sudden longing to be with him – to hug him for hours, to kiss him, to hold his hand, to look at his face. Suddenly, it was like I can’t stand not being with him. For the first time, I felt that I really did love him. It wasn’t just a game anymore.
I never thought that I would come to this point. I have always thought that after my failed relationship before, I wouldn’t be able to take any guy seriously anymore. I thought that I wasn’t capable of ever trusting someone with my heart. Then he came. He changed me. He brought the feeling I have hidden in the farthest reaches of my heart and mind back.
And I thank him for that.
I have almost forgotten how good it feels to love and allow someone to love me. I have almost forgotten the feeling of wanting to be with someone.