So before I begin to embark on a series of life’s lessons, I would like to share a little bit about my husband and I. Yes, you will realize that it’s a cliche of a love story but unique in ways of it’s own. So with that…
We met in high school theater. He was the handsome and charming football player and me, well I was the nerdy band kid. I can still remember from the moment I met him, he just had this charisma about him that was nothing like anyone I had ever met. There was something that caught my attention about him the way he moved, talked, and smiled. Though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it just yet, over time we’d soon find out.
Days would drag until 8th period theater would finally come. There was nothing romantic about us, we would play fight like little kids in kindergarden and talk like best friends. He was my go to from the start. We would look for each other in field trips to buddy up and sit on the bus with. If it was a bad day I would usually go and find a seat far from everyone and he would be the only one to come up and ask what I was doing. He’d give me my little pity party for a few seconds and then tell me to, “suck it up”. Talking with him never got old and we never ran out of things to talk about.
There’s this thing called the “friendzone”. At the time I had no clue why I did it but I have never had so much regret for something that I said. Since we had been so close one day I told him, “You know, you’re like a brother to me.” From then on I sadly called him “brother” weird, I know. Gladly I got a little wiser and finally just grew out of that and began to call him my best friend. So stuck in the “friendzone” he was, why we do this to the guys that are meant for us? I have no clue. But like the emotional teenager I was, I often wondered why he would never call me his best friend. He now tells me it was because he wanted me to be more than just his best friend.
Timing played a big role in how we finally came together. We were both in different relationships at the same time. His lasted for a few months, mine on the other hand lasted almost a year and a half. As best friends we’d text all the time but through our close knit of friends we’d always see each other once in a while. He’d always ask me if I was happy, most times I’d hesitate to answer or just shrug off the question. He already knew I wasn’t and I knew it to, but I didn’t know how to end something that meant nothing to me but lasted for so long. Eventually I finally got the courage to just tell my boy friend at the time that I had stopped feeling anything a long time ago.
A few months later, sitting in pre-cal I get a phone call from my best friend. He tells me that everything has been approved and he leaves for bootcamp later that day. My heart sank. I started to become this big ball of tears as he reassured me that everything would be okay, and he’d write to me as soon as he could. When the time came that he was leaving, he called me again told me he wouldn’t have his phone for the next three months but he’d write me. The call ended with him saying, “I love you”.
It’s a little funny the way things play out. I promised I’d write him everyday and over that time I realized I had never loved any one in the way I loved him. Half way through his bootcamp that’s exactly what I wrote to him.
As much as I’d like to tell you every detail after, I’m sure this is where I say…and the rest is history. I was married before I graduated and I am now living and traveling the world with my wonderful husband. I am happier than I’ve ever been nothing has ever been any more perfect.