Our Love Story

The love story. My story. His story. Our story. 

We met at a bar. We met where everyone tells you it's impossible to meet your prince charming. I get it. However,  I seriously fell in love with this guy that I met at a bar. Our love story doesn't prove that you can meet someone in a drunken and horny environment. It proves that love is blind and love can happen at any time as long as you recognize it and allow it to enter your soul. I could have easily blown him off by listening to the little voice in my head lecture me about meeting someone in Old Town Scottsdale. I felt something different with him by the way he smiled at me, looked me in the eyes, and made me laugh like no one ever has. I can't remember what he was saying. Maybe it was the amount of vodka-waters in me, or that I had no reason to remember his words. However, I do remember how much he made me laugh. I remember the way he made me feel. We became engulfed in each other and the noise around us diminished.  In those two hours, on a crazy Wednesday night in Old Town, nothing else mattered. 

People are constantly interacting with each other. We meet so many strangers. Every day we encounter someone different. Even if it's just a smile given across the room, we all give off an energy and a feeling.

Love is when your soul leaves your body and become attached with another. Even when we physically leave each other, our souls are still dancing somewhere in the distance. When we can recognize this, we know we've met someone special. However, our souls can only thrive for so long before we focus our attention elsewhere. In order to maintain that special relationship, our minds and souls need to be intertwined so the relationship can flourish. Falling in love required a lot of faith and belief in ourselves and each other. 

After two weeks in Arizona, he flew back to home to  New York with only a phone number and a memory of a girl he met at a bar. We talked every day. Three months later I flew to New York to spend the weekend with him. I trusted myself. I trusted him. I knew that this weekend in New York would be like no other. My expectations were met. I experienced a new, exciting city, and discover a whole new world. The question was whether we would become great friends or fall in love. In those three days, I experienced both.  

I went to New York a week before his birthday. I wanted to show him I cared but couldn't think of any traditional gift that would do justice. I decided to buy him a card and expressed my feelings inside. I wrote that if he was reading the card, it meant I had fallen in love. On the way to the airport, I pulled it out of my bag and told him he couldn't open it until his birthday. I knew right then and there that I had fallen in love. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous to give it to him but I was confident that sharing my real feelings was exactly what I wanted to do. I gave him my heart for his birthday. 

After a nine month long-distant relationship we moved to Los Angeles and found an apartment together. We had faith and believed that this love was everything we both wanted and needed in our lives. We sacrificed a lot for what may seem like crazy circumstances. We are together today because we both equally believed that we should be together. It wasn't always easy but we always knew the importance of letting each other know how much we cared. We will continue to do so each and every day.