I believe in love because… it’s amazing! The deep connection that love makes possible with another person is indescribable. It’s like finding a piece of yourself that you never knew was missing until you found that special someone.
For a while I had given up on love. I felt that it was a lost cause and was never going to happen to me. I started wondering if I had tried too hard to find it—I had been through so many relationships but none ever worked out. Things that happened in those relationships made me doubt my self-worth. Maybe I was not worthy of love?
But when I met Zeus that all changed. He made me believe in love again. He made me believe that love was worth fighting for.
I first fell in love with Zeus not long after we started hanging out at a restaurant we worked at together, but I didn’t tell him how I felt about him until two years later. I wanted to be sure that it wasn’t just infatuation or lust. I didn’t want to just rush into it because I made way too many mistakes doing that before. This relationship had to be the real deal because I couldn’t take any more heartache.
After two years of being friends, I was convinced that what I felt for Zeus was much more than either infatuation or lust. Although I was of course attracted to him, there was more there than physical attraction.
His personality was what drew me in. He tries to make people think that he’s really tough, but he’s really not. He has a bigger heart than what he lets on. He cares way too much about what people think and doesn’t want to disappoint anyone. And as I started to see him for who he really was, we discovered that we had similar goals and dreams, including the dream of owning a farmhouse on a plot of land someday. I wanted to keep getting to know him and growing in other areas of a relationship, too.
But I was nervous to tell him of my feelings, so instead I wrote a long letter about how I felt and what I wanted. I almost didn’t give it to him because I was afraid he wouldn’t feel the same. It was a letter that could have ended balled up in the trash, but I somehow worked up the courage to give it to him the next day after he got off work and stopped by my house to hang out.
We were sitting on opposite couches as he read it, and I was so nervous that I thought I was going to puke. It was a two-page letter, but it felt like forever as I waited for him to finish it. (He later told me that my cursive handwriting threw him off. Now whenever I write to him, I don’t write in cursive.)
Much to my relief, after he read the letter he smiled, sat down next to me, told me he loved me, and then kissed me. I was on cloud nine!
From then on he has been my rock and I’ve come to realize that he is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. With him I want to be able to work things out and fix things, whereas in past relationships I didn’t. I actually want to put the effort in this time, which is something new for me. There is a real friendship and a real love that we share, which makes me feel like the commitment and the compromise and the communication are all worth it. We’ve now known each other for three years, and have been dating for over a year. It’s not always easy, but regardless we still love each other and are moving towards a future together.
It is very freeing to believe in love again. I’m not trying to run from this relationship, like I did in so many others. I’m not trying to hide from it. I’m trying to build it.
Love is patient, love is kind, love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love really is amazing.