I was a 19-year-old college junior. He was a 20-year-old college graduate. We were the model couple for the entire school. Everyone knew us as the model couple. If anything, I think everyone respected us for everything we were. I think everyone knew that we always fought and that we always had hardships, things that would break up a normal couple. Whenever we had a problem with what the other was doing or saying, we would bring it up and this whole argument would start involving what either of us said or did. Thankfully, we would get over it sooner or later, the argument just fading away naturally as everything reverted back to normal.
Now that I think about it, we were quite the lovey-dovey couple. We absolutely adored each other. I think I know why people see us as the model couple. It was that one day when we were having some problems. He was questioning my love for him once again and I told him that I had lost a slight bit of love for him. He got extremely upset. We were wandering around the city, looking for something to do. After he asked me that and I told him, I guess we just went home in a rush. Neither of us was too happy with each other at the moment so I guess it was expected. I don't really remember what it was but we were fighting. It went something like this...
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I looked at his face, tears welling up as we thought about what had just happened. We sat there, on the terrace while the cold winds gave me goose bumps. As I got up, my numb left leg gave me some problems as the static-like feeling ran through my body, originating in my leg. The feeling was so uncomfortable, especially since it held me back from moving too much and it was also really annoying. I mean it, really annoying. I winced a little as that tingling, antsy feeling ran up and down my leg while sending strange shocks up my spine. He grabbed my arm as I got up, his grip strong and constricting, asking me where I was going.
"I'm going back in. It's cold out here." I tried to hold myself back from crying as I stared into his eyes, seeing his emotionless eyes staring right back at me.
"No. Stay out here..." I could tell that he needed me but this really was going to break me... I watched as he stared back at me, looking slightly angry with me with his brows furrowed and lips pressed tightly against each other.
"Then... can you please tell me whether or not you want to break up? If you do... I'll... I'll go and pack my things now and move out. Please tell me..."
I couldn't help it anymore. Tears started pouring out of my eyes, small droplets of salty tears rolling down my cheeks and off my chin. I started to sniffle more, rubbing my eyes to try to stop myself from crying.
He pulled me down onto his lap, hugging me tightly as if he never wanted to let go, as if we were glued together just like that. Pulling me closer to his body and holding me tighter, he whispered words to me that I couldn’t make out. He was crying so hard, he was nearly wailing. As he whispered to me, I tried my best to make out what he was saying considering the fact that he was slurring his words so it was hard to understand him at all. I just sat there, his tears calming me down as I wrapped my arms around him, letting him bury his face in my chest as he cried. I stroked his hair, smoothing it out as I tried to soothe him. I started to feel really guilty for causing all of this so I apologized. I kissed him on the cheek lightly, then on his forehead, apologizing twice after each kiss. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, cheeks wet from his tears.
“I love you… I’m sorry… I love you.” A single tear rolled down my cheeks and off of my chin, landing on his. I closed my eyes and kissed him again.
He looked at me, wiping that drop of tear off of his cheek. He reached up and gently pulled my head closer to his. He pressed his lips to mine and kept it there, licking my lips and urging me to open my mouth. At first, I felt a bit shocked and unwilling but I eventually opened up to him, let his tongue into my mouth, only to nibble on it and make him back away in a playful form of shock. I giggled a little, my eyes still wet with tears. He smiled at me and hugged me, this time with my head on his chest. He spoke as I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, quickening as he inhaled before slowing down a bit as he exhaled.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s ok… I still love you for who you are even if this all had to happen. This is just another stepping-stone of our love. Baby, nobody can replace you. I love you.”
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After that, I don’t remember what had happened. All I remember would be that both of us ended up falling asleep outside in the cold while laying on our backs and watching the stars flicker in the sky. The both of us also caught a cold that night so we both had to go to the doctor’s place. I guess that issue was resolved. Here’s why I think so; we’re married now. We’re married with three kids, a house and a litter of kittens. Not only that, my husband is right behind me, watching me as I type this up on the computer for everyone to see. He really is the love of my life, the one that I never knew that I would ever be able to have. To me, he’s the perfect husband even though he does get lazy from time to time. I’m truly glad that he never told me that we would break up. I am truly grateful that we got over that entire issue. Of course, life isn’t without issues. Our issue now… kids…
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