18 and in Love?

When I was younger (and I say that lightly as I am still young), I met my best friend at a concert called Vans Warped Tour. It was all by chance, really. We were both alone at the concert and seeing the same band; we just happened to bump into each other. We bonded over our love for music and his nerd qualities. We talked while waiting for the set to start and also hung out after, getting pizza at the Hungry Howie’s at The Palace of Auburn Hills.

Fast forward a little while and soon, we’re talking on the phone all night, every night. I felt like I could tell him anything. He felt the same. We only hung out once. Since he lived an hour and a half away and for half the time we were dating I did not have my license, it was difficult to meet. Especially since my parents were always busy. Things were still great, however. We texted 24/7, unless we were talking on the phone. We always slept on the phone because being able to hear each other breathe was calming for the both of us. We also Snapchatted a lot. It helped us to be able to feel more comfortable with the distance we had between us. He was there for me whenever I needed him; I was there for him too. He helped me through the death of my dog. He helped me calm down when I had anxiety attacks. He was there for me through out bad fights with my family. Everything was perfect with him. It wasn’t always 50/50, but we both worked really really hard to support each other to the best of our abilities.

We were together for quite sometime before things went wrong. We talked less, we fought more. Suddenly, 8 hours after he woke me up with a text about how much he loved me, he left.

I was devastated. Logically, I attempted to make him stay until I understood that he needed a break. Just a short break to get himself back on track, since he was falling behind in school. I let him go. Just because I had come to terms with him leaving didn’t make it easier. I fell into a deep depression and didn’t eat or sleep for awhile. All I did was lay in bed and cry.

My mother, who is the most amazing woman in the world, eventually took me back to my old counselor because she was so worried. I got help and eventually started to move on.

In January of 2018, I made a new Snapchat and accidentally added my ex love on it. To my surprise, he added me back and thus began our new relationship. It took him awhile to be ready to get back together, as he was scared that he would hurt me again after learning how broken I was.

Now it is June, 2018, my man and I are happily engaged and planning a wedding for next year. My parents love him and his family loves me.

My point of writing this is to let other people know that just because things seem as if they’re never going to get better, it gets brighter. It may be hard to find the light at the end of the tunnel, but sometimes you need someone to hold a flashlight to guide you through. Life is about trial and error in everything you do. It isn’t easy. Life isn’t a straight line up or down to happiness or despair. It is a roller coaster that takes you on insane inclines and drops. The best thing you can do is to learn to love, support, and help yourself, then find someone to help you when you can’t do it yourself.