I've been in love and been loved many times. I am objectively an attractive girl and forming relationships with men was both a good coping mechanism, and a nice way to receive appreciation, praise and affirmation. I am by nature a very maternal and loving sort of person, so looking after a guy who cared for me was bliss for me. Indeed, I currently have a boyfriend too.
I'll talk about my current relationship. We had been friends for a long time and we both are from the same city. I liked the way he was so disciplined and focused on doing good at school. I loved his hazel eyes and tall frame. Whenever he was around, I could always feel my heart pounding and wanted nothing more than to be in his arms for all eternity. We started a relationship and found that some of our ideals didn't match. I am a people first sort of person, he is a work first sort of person. I loved looking after him. I loved cooking for him, buying snacks for him, doing anything and everything for him. He is a little unaffectionate but he loves me I know, this unfortunately didn't stop us from arguing as I felt I needed more from him, but even when we argued, all I wanted to do was stroke his face and cry in his arms. That's how much he meant to me. I loved him, wanted to be with him, wanted to be his with every fibre of my being. I would do anything for him, I would follow him anywhere.
Sadly, my issues at school and my mental issues have driven a wedge between us and this is tormenting me to no end. Unfortunately I believe we're past the point of return, and honestly he has such a place in my heart that I probably will never be able to fill it again. Which is just as well, because I'll be dead in a maximum of two weeks. Still, I would have done anything, even stay alive if I knew I would be with him for the rest of my life. Sadly, it is not to be. I think I'll be thinking of him in my final moments, him and his arms, my favorite place in the world.