Essay About Love: The moment I realized I was in love

I hate to break it to you, but love is not perfect. I had to learn that the hard way sadly. I did not know it yet, but I fell in love when I was eleven with a boy that was twelve years old. Throughout the years, our love has gotten stronger as we have gotten older. Although we had a lot of ups and downs, we are still close today. The challenges we went through made us stronger, but can we overcome this new challenge of adulthood? Is this love worth fighting for if I always ended up hurt? These are the questions I ask myself.

On a humid spring night at around eight o’clock, I met my boy. It was at church, and it was my first time there., I went with a friend who invited me to go with her. I do not exactly remember every detail of that night, but one thing I do remember was the fact he was annoyingly shy. I was standing in the back of the church’s banquet hall; when all of a sudden, I see him and his friend come up to my friend, and they  started to joke around with us. I am guessing. The weird thing was that his friend did all the talking while he just stared at me. I found that quite disrespectful., but lLater that night, I got a text on the app called Kik, and it was him… my boy. 

I never took what I did in middle school seriously. The only good thing that happened in those three years was meeting my boy and “dating” him. As middle schoolers, we are so hormonal, because we just started to enter the world of puberty. With that being said, my boy and I had a lot of fights back then over stupid and childish things. Things that I can not even remember because it was just preteen drama. We would stop talking/texting for months at a time over the course of three years, but yet we always seem to gravitate towards each other again and again. No matter how big the fight was or even the hurtful words we said to each other, nothing could stop us from coming back home.  and My home was him!. 

Then is was time to go to high school came around. By this time, my boy and I had lost contact for a whole year, but somehow we started to be friends again during my freshman year. At this time, I was attending Baton Rouge High Magnet High School,  and he was at Belaire. I remember telling him how stressed out I was, and he would tell me that I should take it one day at a time. My depression really took over my life that semester in high school, but the one thing that would help me get through was him. He told me that he met another girl, and now they were dating. If I am being honest, I did not mind. I was truly happy for him. When I decided to leave my old school and go to Belaire, I did not tell him. So you can imagine how shocked he was when he saw me. He was with his girlfriend and ran up to me to say hey. He showed me around that day, but the next day, he told me that we could not be friends anymore because his girlfriend did not like me nor our friendship. To say I was hurt is an understatement. 

We did not talk for almost two years and although him he and his now ex-girlfriend had broken up, I was still hurt by him. He did everything to win me back, and it worked because my junior year/his senior year of high school we dated again. I was absolutely, and positively in love with this boy from the beginning. I have never felt this way for anyone;, I have never been this vulnerable with anyone. Obviously, I got attached to him, but all good things must come to an end, right?. It seemed like overnight he changed into someone I did not know, and the change was not not for the better. He broke up with me after a year of dating, and his excuse was, “I think we need to work on ourselves first as adults.” Additionally, he felt and that he did not want me to move on from him. He told me to wait for him. He gave me false hope, and then I ended up being hurt all over again when I found out the things he would do. As much I hated him, I hated myself because I knew that no matter what he did I would always love him. He knew that, and he would use that against me. 

The moment I realized I was in love was when we were in middle school. Maybe he and I were never meant to be together, but I hope he stays in my life forever one way or another. I never expected this boy to become my soulmate. I can write hours and hours about the bad, but I also have so much good to say about him. In some ways, we are both trying to learn how to love. We both come from broken families. Maybe right now is not a good time for us, but eventually, it will be our time. He will always have a special place in my heart, and he will always be welcome in my house. Love is not perfect,  but love definitely overcomes.