I am always astounded when I think back on how one person was able to single handedly change the entire course of my life, for the better.
It was the spring of 2017, after months of conversations over texts, I finally decided to throw caution to the wind, and met him in LA. Being with him was easy: we always had endless things to talk and laugh about; we needed as much downtime as the other; we desired adventures while staying fit equally, and unsurprisingly—we never fought.
I still vividly remember the night, shortly after we met in person, sleepy-eyed and half awake, he whispered, “I think I am probably in love with you.”
Since then, we traveled to a couple dozen cities together. He took meticulous care of me: Carefully organized every detail of each trip, sheltered me from all the anguish and tribulation throughout the trips. Often while we were lying on a beach or reading in coffee shops, I’d catch him looking lovingly at me.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he’d always say, with such conviction in his voice that even I started to believe it myself.
With him, it was the first time I understood that I was enough. That, there was absolutely nothing I had to do, no one else I had to be, to be cherished and loved with such exhilarating intensity.
“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”Oscar Wilde
Some many years after our breakup, we are both in love with someone else. I am still thankful that, once upon a time, when I didn’t even believe I could sing, he’s heard my song.