“How to keep it like a teenage love.”
Not a tip from a love expert.
They say that three, five, and seven years of a relationship are the hardest stages of a couple's journey. You, yes, you. The one who's at these stages. Do you agree?
I didn't believe any of the myths in relationships before I experienced one of the biggest heartbreaks I've ever experienced—in my rollercoaster ride of love.
"Let's end this."
"Why?"
"I don't feel like I still love you."
Why do we tend to say these words whenever we feel sad in our relationship?
Whenever we had fights, misunderstandings, and sleepless nights just to talk about it deeper, to hold our anger just to not hurt each other.
But it made our love stronger.
During the first three years of our relationship, we used to say:
"I was wrong, honey. I shouldn't have done that."
"It's alright; I will always forgive you."
As if that fight didn't hurt us. As if it didn't leave a tear in our hearts.
Days after the fight, we dated. We visited a romantic restaurant that you had reserved. I was wearing a pink dress, and you were wearing your favourite polo that I gave you for our first anniversary.
In those years, saying sorry wasn't enough to express our sincerity. I even had the thought that maybe, if you could give me the brightest star in the Milky Way, you would. Just to get my forgiveness.
Before we reach our third anniversary, as the myth says, something bad is going to happen.
We fought. Days had passed, and yet we couldn't even talk about it without sadness. Without blindness to our anger.
But look where we are now. We reached the second stage—the fifth year of our relationship.
"You forgot to update me on what was going on."
"Oh, sorry."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
As cold as winter last December came in as we entered the new chapter of our lives. I bet not all relationships are like this.
But why us?
A romantic restaurant, a pink dress, and a favourite polo were not in the picture anymore. Instead, silent cries locked-up rooms, and late breakfast and lunch were the highlights.
You still went to my house every time we fought. Saying sorry and giving hugs and kisses.
But why does it feel like we're building a house full of walls? Where are the windows to breathe? Where is the door to leave?
I still had a little hope for the last stage. I was hoping that the myth they were saying wasn't true.
But fate will always have an eye on us, I guess.
Exactly, July 30, 2020. You cut the string between our wrists. I wanted to cry but my eyes couldn't please my tears to come out.
My eyes were tired, and my heart died.
Months later, while I was having a coffee with my friend, your message popped out.
"Hi! I just want you to know that I'm okay now. I hope you're doing well. I'm sorry for hurting you. But trust me on this one, you were the most precious one I ever had in my life. That's why I'm sorry if I didn't know how to keep it like a teenage love."
Written by Seenicaetoh
