Before I met him, I never knew what it was like to be able to look at someone and smile for no reason. So sometimes I wonder what else is hidden inside me that’s denied and unknown. Waiting to be revealed. One of the many things I think about when I think about Valentine’s Day.
It has been almost 18 years now, since I met him. We were children, but certainly got along very well from the moment we met. Our parents became friends and so did we. It took us years to be able see each other from a slightly more grown up (I mean: we were 17 and 18 years old, you can hardly speak of being a grown up, but still) perspective and realised that we did no longer want to experience things without wishing the other were there to experience it too. I moved out and went to University and he was part of it all. He understood me. He was able to understand every word I was not telling him. He was just always there. And he still is. Two weeks ago we moved into our own little 52 square meter palace and we couldn’t be more excited to experience this together as well.
With Valentine’s Day approaching I have to admit that I’m slightly critical: I don’t think we necessarily need one specific day a year to celebrate love for our partners. For our family members or for ourselves, for that matter. But it does make me think about what I do have and come to realise that I’m in a lucky position to be able to say that I can tick the boxes for all of the above. Ain’t that heart warming? ;)