
My relationship is one of the most important aspects of my life right now and will be forever. They truly are magical, causing fuzzy feelings of love, passion, affection, lust, concern for your SO... the list goes on for quite awhile.
When I see a couple walking through a park or laughing affectionately, I smile. Whether or not they've been together just two days or a few years, it always makes me bubbly for some reason. I have a theory that since I'm somewhat strict about "love" and relationships, seeing two people connect and share their feelings toward each other and for each other gives me butterflies.
I know, "Cut the cheezy poetic lines!", right? Well, I can't help it. The fact that their really are such things as love and experince with one another in our world truly is a blessing that most take for granted or don't even take the time to try and realize. And don't get me wrong-- I know a lot of people who are in wonderful relationships and have been, but since I've come such a long way with my SO, I cherish every little thing about it. My friend told me that she would do anything to be in the position I am with my boyfriend, but I the step she's taken is just... awkward.
About two weeks before I moved to America, my best friend Almiecia (Almi) was just gushing about a guy she met at the Havenburg Institute during our fall semester; his name was Ceasar and he traveled all the way from Portugal to Germany to take computer science and literature/philosophy courses. Apparently Almi needed some serious tutoring with her quantum physics workshops, and I was in Berlin at the time. Guess who was there to save the day? Ceasar! He was acting as a guest assistant with her professor for those who needed help, and Almi was the first priority. "He was such a cutie, I couldn't help but flirt!" she says. "And he had the most charming smile..."
I just said congrats and good luck. What else could I say? I hadn't known him at all. About a month after I left to live in the U.S, Almi called me and updated me on her relationship. That seemed like a good sign toward at least 3 more months or so, so I asked "It's doing well, yes?"
*Looong silence*
"Well... Yes, but it's a bit awkward. He never really asks me questions about me, and I don't ask his either."
I thought that's what part of being in a relationship was about-- figuring out each other's likes, dislikes, strenghts, and weaknesses, right? After that phone call, she called me every week after that, still gushing, but still feeling awkward. My point here is that even though Ceasar was a wonderful person, Almi and his relationship was one of those quiet-and-awkward-moments type. Like they loved being with each other, but they never took the time to actually get to know each other. A relationship that I've noticed with some young teens (not trying to generalize) and sometimes older adults. I've already told her my suggestions on what to do, but being the blind sided optimist she is, she doesn't take it into action.
So Lovlies, any other advice or pep talk in mind from you?
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