Seven.
It took me seven years to get over my first love. Some people will find that insane, but hey, I took my time in forgetting and healing, and giving myself the love that I deserved after going through such a painful experience. Seven years might seem like such a long time to waste, but I don't regret it. It gave me time to understand why things happened the way it did, I learned how to love myself more - which led me to pickup and mend the pieces of my broken heart and nurture it back to good health, but most of all, it gave me the opportunity to trust in God's timing. In between those years, I never actively pursued a relationship. I was so focused in making myself better that I didn't even realize how I was pushing the people who wanted to be a part of my life away. Yet at the time when I wasn't looking for love, it found me - as if it saw me when I felt invisible. And so, he came along, and as the cliche goes, my life has never been the same again. Fast forward to 2015, here we are celebrating our 7th anniversary! ❤️ It has been a rough and tough journey. As they say, a relationship lasts because two people made the choice to work and fight for it. I completely agree. And if there's one thing that gives me the strength to keep working and fighting for ours, it's this: All the things I dislike about myself, he finds beautiful. How often will you find a guy like that??? I am awestruck because during the times that I felt so unloveable, this was the one thing I kept praying for. That if I were to love again, it will be with someone who can accept me as a whole - huge pores, fats, and all imperfections included. And he does. And he tells me how I keep getting more beautiful in his eyes as the years go by. Seven years was definitely worth the wait 😉
