Time really does fly. I can’t believe it has already been five years since I met my life partner.
Greg and I talked on the phone and frequently texted for a few days before we went on our first date. What impressed me was the fact that Greg had been listening intently. He remembered that I told him I loved fuzzy peach candy, and he remembered that I said to him that I liked Pizza Hut. When he picked me up for that first official date, he came armed with fuzzy peach candy and took me to Pizza Hut.
In retrospect, Greg told me a few times that he thought it was cheesy, and he wished he had come up with something different/better. I, on the other hand, thought it was super sweet. And best of all, he got me!
After being together for just over four years, we moved in together. People say that you never really know someone until you move in with them. Whoever these “people” are, they’re correct. I’ve always known that I love Greg with all of my heart, but seeing him come to our own home every day fills me with joy. I can’t wait for him to get home so that I can meet him at the door with hugs and kisses.
I never thought that I’d be in a long term relationship. Before I met Greg, I felt that I’d perhaps be in short term relationships now and then, but never anything of substance. These thoughts hurt. They hurt because this short term relationship thing was already my pattern. It wasn’t something that I wanted for myself in the long term. But I also felt that I would never meet someone who would be accepting of me. ALL of me.
We had known each other for less than a week before I told Greg that I had Lupus. I didn’t get into any in-depth details, but I did give him a brief rundown of what Lupus was, and what my symptoms were. He was immediately accepting of it and promised to be my rock from that point forward.
He kept his promise.
Now that we’re engaged and have our future to look forward to, I can’t help but be eternally grateful that I was in the right place at the right time. I’m also very thankful for the tough times, and the tough relationships. I’ve blogged about it. I’ve typed up posts through tear-filled eyes over some jerk that let me down. While it was difficult then, I now know that if I hadn’t gone through those rough times, I couldn’t fully appreciate what I have now.