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We met at the transition. We were still growing, still meeting new people that would aid in defining who we would be as adults. We were together throughout our transformations, in an entirely too disfunctional relationship that we could not escape. I needed him then. I needed arms to be in when my mother's weren't there. Over the course of three and a half years, we broke up three times (an unimportant, yet relevant fact: each time, I was the dumpee). That statement in itself proves to me that we were never meant to be, and how badly I felt I needed a man in my life. I kept subjecting myself to heartache; continued to put my happiness in the palms of his hands.
We ultimately grew into two completely different people: he, a more work-oriented, motivated person; me, more of a free spirit, much less concerned with my future financial state, much more concerned with enjoying myself. Neither personality traits make up a bad character, just too opposite to continue on a joyful relationship. The fourth and final time we broke up was my decision. I can't help but elate in the fact that I ended it for good, even though I never wanted him to feel pain in anyway similar to the pain he caused me on multiple occasions. Yet, it was inevitable.
My growth and character development led me, finally, to my other half. He loves enjoying life, and we love enjoying it together. We can't stand being apart from each other. We have even had the same favorite band (Sublime) for many years, although we've only known each other for one year. (In fact, the first night I met him, I said to him, "I thought that I would never meet anyone so obsessed with Sublime as much as I am, until tonight.") From the moment I met him I knew that we would be great together. He enveloped everything in a man I have looked for for my entire life. He has his own style, and he pulls it off better than anyone else ever could. He has the same morals and values that I have, and we agree on virtually everything. After seven months of dating, we have not had one disagreement. He completes me.
Every decision I've made (in my more recent lifetime) has led to our meeting, and our falling in love, and I do not regret a thing about it. I have never been happier. Never.
We ultimately grew into two completely different people: he, a more work-oriented, motivated person; me, more of a free spirit, much less concerned with my future financial state, much more concerned with enjoying myself. Neither personality traits make up a bad character, just too opposite to continue on a joyful relationship. The fourth and final time we broke up was my decision. I can't help but elate in the fact that I ended it for good, even though I never wanted him to feel pain in anyway similar to the pain he caused me on multiple occasions. Yet, it was inevitable.
My growth and character development led me, finally, to my other half. He loves enjoying life, and we love enjoying it together. We can't stand being apart from each other. We have even had the same favorite band (Sublime) for many years, although we've only known each other for one year. (In fact, the first night I met him, I said to him, "I thought that I would never meet anyone so obsessed with Sublime as much as I am, until tonight.") From the moment I met him I knew that we would be great together. He enveloped everything in a man I have looked for for my entire life. He has his own style, and he pulls it off better than anyone else ever could. He has the same morals and values that I have, and we agree on virtually everything. After seven months of dating, we have not had one disagreement. He completes me.
Every decision I've made (in my more recent lifetime) has led to our meeting, and our falling in love, and I do not regret a thing about it. I have never been happier. Never.