Discuss your current relationship.
Hello friends! I was aching to write and realized that I didn’t have any ideas on what to write about. Of course, where does one usually go when needing ideas or a spark of inspiration? Pinterest. I searched up ’30 day blog challenges’ and found this. So here we go!
I’m pretty sure that I’ve talked about my boyfriend and my relationship plenty enough on this blog. I’m very open when it comes to sharing my relationship because it’s a very solid and important part of my life. It’s the one thing that constantly makes me happy and I’m really excited whenever I get the chance to share it. I know some people can get kind of annoyed by it, but that doesn’t bother me. I love watching couples live their lives and show their love on YouTube and social media and blogs. Love is such an incredible and interesting and unique experience. Getting a glimpse into that really personal and raw emotion gives me such a happy and bubbly feeling.
It’s actually kind of weird that this challenge started off like this. I feel somewhat strange making a whole post solely about my relationship. I’m not entirely sure how to start it? I could probably go chronologically, I suppose.
I was a sophomore in high school, starting at a new school that year. Freshman year was pretty terrible for me and I was kind of worried that this new school would be just as bad but also hopeful that it would be entirely different. I think I mentioned in my self-love posts, but my first high school was just not the kind of place I wanted to spend 4 years in. The people I met there were not the kind of people I wanted to surround myself with. So 10th grade was really a life-changer because the environment was so much better, the people were so much nicer, and the teachers and staff were more involved and caring. Obviously I wasn’t as grateful during high school because… well no one really wants to be there.
I met my boyfriend in Journalism. We actually had 2 classes together, so it was Journalism and Creative Writing. I remember noticing him at one point, maybe not the first time I was in that class, but definitely towards the beginning of the school year. He wasn’t someone I constantly thought about, but I definitely acknowledged that he was the prettiest boy in that class. Of course, little insecure old me instantly knew that he would never be interested in someone younger (I think I assumed he was a senior at that time but he was a junior), and unattractive. Pretty people love pretty people, right? That was my thought process, really. So I didn’t think about him too much after that (no offense, babe, but in my defense, I thought you were outta my league).
We spoke a few times that year, I think. I remember going on a field trip together with our Creative Writing class and we sat next to each other during some open mic type thing. He showed me some silly video about fedoras or hands or something, I can’t remember but he probably does. I kinda got distracted by a cute oreo-cookie-colored Great Dane. I was doing it on purpose, though, because I was really nervous being next to this gorgeous boy who was making me laugh. I know, cue your gagging.
Anyway, I never really thought he was interested or attracted to me at all. For me, I was nothing special. However, I later found out that I kinda maybe actually was? Over the summer, I posted some really embarrassing videos of me that at the time I thought were really hot and great content. I noticed him liking them on Instagram and I kind of got flustered. So we come back to school and it is now my junior year and his senior year. I’m definitely more interested in him than I was the last year but still kinda doing my own thing and not really trying to actively pursue him or anything like that. We did talk more, but it was a lot of group conversations and I was mostly me making fun of him.
I wasn’t really thinking about a relationship because I was in this new little trio of a friendship that I adored and wanted to focus on. I was also trying to prepare myself for senior year and do really good in school. It was September of that year (so like towards the beginning of the school year) and Pretty Eyes, as most of my friends had dubbed him, comes up to me after the bell rings and he’s about to go to his next class. He asks me if we can talk during lunch and I’m instantly sweating like a pig and my mind is reeling. I was actually worried that he was gonna give me shit about making fun of him the whole class (or basically the whole time I’ve known him).
The rest of the day I’m literally thinking about nothing else except for what’s gonna happen at lunch. A part of me was completely oblivious to what was really going on but I think I actually kind of knew he was gonna ask me out. I just couldn’t believe it, I guess? I was so freaking sure he didn’t like me. As he has told me many times now, I’m kinda not good at picking up on when people are interested in me. I guess it went hand in hand with me not thinking much of myself.
So lunchtime comes around and I kinda scurry away from my friends to go rendezvous with this handsome boy. We kind of just walk through the hallways and talk cause we didn’t really know anywhere private to go. I’m not gonna quote the conversation cause it’s just too darn cute in my head. Basically, he asks me out and says some really sweet stuff and I say “okay.” Literally. All I could say was okay. I was freaking melting through my shirt at that point. I had never been asked out before like that and I had never really been in a relationship before. I didn’t know what to expect or how to react or what to do. All I knew was that, for some reason, out of all the boys (alright, the few boys) I said “no” to, I had to say yes to this one. I wanted to give him a chance. There was something different about him. CHEESY, I know, I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist the eyes.
Our whole relationship has been a learning process and new experiences. We connect and adapt and communicate and sometimes struggle with life and decisions and situations but never with each other, really. I talk to him every single day, even now that we’re 275 miles away from one another. He’s pretty much the only person I talk to on a daily basis. Which might be embarrassing but at this point, I’m kind of used to it. He’s the first person I tell good news to and bad news to. When I’m bawling my eyes out, I call him. When I’m freaking out about something, I call him. There really isn’t anything about my life that he doesn’t already know. He’s my best friend and my biggest supporter and my most precious person.
So I guess this was more like an origin story of my relationship? But I could write a whole freaking book about us and I don’t think anyone is that interested. Plus, some things are too nice to share. More special to keep. I hope you guys enjoyed reading.
With so much love,