I thought he was perfect. He had everything I could ever want in a man. He was extremely sweet, extremely caring, and so very loving. He catered to my every need and he took care of me. He was always trying his best to keep me happy, and when I was upset, he would hold my face in his hands ever so gently, kiss me on my forehead and remind me that he loves me, “Therefore everything will be ok” he would say. He was 7 years older than me, and I loved his maturity. I vaguely remember the long drives we would take together, I loved them. We would blast the music in his car and scream to each other the whole conversation and the whole way home. He would take me for drives when I was angry, just to calm me down. He kindly understood that our time together would always be limited as he stayed far from my home (1 hours drive away) and my parents didn’t know about him. We always had fun together, we were always with friends, always at parties, seeing each other at our best (before the party), and at our worst (after the party). It was exactly my idea of a perfect relationship.
We had our ups and we had our downs, as couples do. And with time, we had more and more downs, each down getting lower and lower. We wouldn’t speak to each other for weeks on end, not even a simple “Hey, how are you”, and not once did I think to myself “I miss him”. It became clear to me that this was not the man that I would be spending the rest of my life with – how could I – I didn’t even miss him after not hearing from him for a whole two weeks. Surely if you do not miss them, they can’t mean much to you? You wouldn’t feel the need to call them “My Life”.
What does it mean when you tell someone that they’re Your Life? It means you Love them. You’re In Love with them. You Need them. You live for them – for their Happiness – and you cannot live without them. They mean everything to you – they are Your Everything. They’ve earned a special place in your heart that cannot and will not be replaced, no matter what. There is no difference between death and being without them. You Love them.
Yes, calling someone “My Life” is serious. You wouldn’t dare call just anyone “My Life”. You can call them “My Love”, “My Baby”, you can tell them you Love them, but nothing means more than calling them “My Life”. So although I thought I loved him, I knew that he was not “My Life”. As much as I loved him and as happy as I was, I never once thought of him as “My Life”. He felt the same way – he never called me his life either. Even he knew that this special title is meant to be unique, and he too was saving it for someone who well deserved it, for someone who he truly Loved and lived for.
As time went by, things between us were only getting worse, and before I realised it, it was over. I didn’t miss him after the break up either, for a simple reason – he was not “My Life”. I tried many relationships after him, all which seemed to never measure up to what I had experienced before. None of them lasted as long either, 7 months being the longest. It wasn’t until March last year that I finally found someone worth keeping.
We met at a varsity party and spent that night together. It was amazing. Between all the alcohol and the random make out sessions with him on the dance floor, in his friend’s car, and behind a lecture hall, I fall In Love. I knew that night that I Loved him and Needed him. Apparently he knew too – he said to me “If I remember all this tomorrow, you owe me a date next friday”. He wanted me in his life as much as I wanted him in mine.
Well you can guess that it wasn’t long after that, that we started dating, He was mine and I was his. And with every day together, I could see more and more of what an amazing person he is. He Loves me, he cares for me. He’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met, he’s romantic, he’s cute, funny, corny. I Need him and he makes me Happy. He has the most Amazing eyes, that change colour with his mood, with the weather, and with what he wears. His lips, so perfect, slighty pink and always so juicy, so kissable. And when he smiles, you can tell he really is happy, because he doesn’t just smile with his lips, but with his eyes, his cheeks, his nose – and it makes me smile. His skin is so soft, so specifically coloured that it’s impossible to explain with words (much like his eyes). His body, so strong, so smooth, so sexy. His touch is so gentle, so careful, always so thought out, and I can feel his Love for me with every touch. His ambition, his competitiveness, his temper, his childishness and his seriousness, are yet but a small part of what makes him perfect to me. He is so much more than everything I want in a guy, he’s everything I Need in a man. He treats me well, he listens to me, he helps me, supports me, encourages me, motivates me. He understands me.
He is My Life. I Love him, I’m In Love with him, I Need him. I live for him – for his Happiness – and I cannot live without him. My Happiness depends on him. He means Everything to me, he is My Everything. He has earned a special place in my heart that cannot and will not be replaced, no matter what. For me, there is no difference between death and being without him. I Love him.