Feb 9, 2011

Young love

Hi readers! I'm traveling for work this week so I'm leaving you in the hands of some fabulous guest bloggers to talk about love - people they love, things they love, or just love in general. (This just might have something to do with a lovely giveaway coming soon!) 

I'm happy to introduce you to Megan from Somewhat Voluble. She's sweet, has great taste in books, and takes amazing photos. Oh, and goes to school full-time, works, is married, and is about to become an aunt! (Can we say super woman?)
I never thought I'd fall in love at a young age. Well, I take that back. When I was younger, I had hoped to get married young (as generations before me had), but by the time I was in high school, I was okay with waiting for a while. Then I met Husband. (Husband never dreamed of getting married young, or possibly even getting married at all. Then he met me. Funny how that works, isn't it?)

It wasn't easy at first. Though we knew there was something special about each other, we didn't do anything about it right away. Afterall, I was sixteen and a sophomore in high school, and he was eighteen and about to graduate. There was also the factor that I was in an almost two-year relationship. Soon (the week that Husband graduated, actually, which was about three months after we met), that relationship ended because I didn't think it was fair to the other person to continue the relationship when I didn't think it would go anywhere. (Unfortunately, though that person and I were good friends, our friendship also ended with the relationship). Like I said though, Husband and I still didn't do anything about it, though we made it clear that we thought each other special.

That summer, we spent time together, though it was always with a couple friends and never alone. I was shy and we rarely talked face-to-face. (We were big on instant messaging each other at that time. Oh, the AOL Instant Messenger fad...) As summer went on, he sort of began to drift from me. He was about to begin his first semester in college and I was about to start my junior year in high school. We drifted and at times, I didn't hear from him for weeks. Eventually, I tried to move on. I dated a little bit, but as soon as I showed any interest in another person, Husband would come back around and throw me off course. When I showed interest in him again, he disappeared. (Later, I learned that he had a fear of commitment due to a previous relationship gone sour - the girl had cheated on him. I didn't realize that I was being flaky as well by not actually showing the possibility of commitment toward him, and that's what made him nervous. That and the fact that I was younger, and he wasn't sure if I could handle a serious relationship yet).

Eventually, I got the hint. During my senior year of high school (after attempting another relationship with another [older] man who was actually really bad for me in too many ways to count), I had a realization that I loved Husband. I decided to just wait. I didn't need to be in a relationship right away, and I was willing to wait it out to show him that my commitment to him was real. We began spending time together again (this time alone) and we got to know each other. About a month after my eighteenth birthday, we were finally (officially) dating. I still didn't think we'd get married anytime soon (though we had already decided we would, someday, get married).

I graduated high school in May of 2007, and we moved in together that August. Husband proposed in November 2007, and we got married in June 2008. I was only nineteen, and he was twenty-one. Of course, that was nearly three years ago, and we love each other more each day.

It's hard to fall in love at a young age. There are always so many factors that fall into play, but by showing our commitment to one another, we made it work. We became best friends before we even began dating; we loved each other all along, but we never rushed it, and at some point, it just felt right. Getting married young isn't easy, but we love that we can grow with each other, and we can go through all of the growing up processes together.

Did you get married young? How do you make your relationship work?

Are any of you in the same situation - you were friends first before dating? Or do you tend to just take a leap of faith? Thanks for sharing your story Megan!

3 comments:

Diana Mieczan said...

That is such a beautiful story! I met Balazs when I was 19 years old and we are still together almost 10 years later:)
Wish you both a pretty day
Kisses

Ps: I am hosting a beautiful GIVEAWAY later today! Hope you’ll join in :)

Lisa from Lisa's Yarns said...

As a single 30 year old, I obviously did not fall in love young... but my parents did. They were high school sweethearts - to the extent that they were voted best couple senior year. They went to different colleges, but got married right after college when they were 21. They have been married for 40+ years now. So I know that young love does work for people - it just really was not part of my life story!!

Amber (Girl with the red hair) said...

Awww I love this story!!

I think "young" is a subjective term. Some people think those who get married at 24-25 are young these days and I definitely don't. 19 is pretty young though ;) but clearly you and husband have a WONDERFUL relationship!

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