We already had a gist of what our future relationship would be like.
It would’ve been long-distance mostly, speaking over the phone and seeing each other’s faces on the other side of the screen. We wouldn’t have been able to be together more than we were together but for me, that was what made me more excited to see him every single time. It made me appreciate the little moments we had together and I wanted it.
For the rest of my life.
When we first met, it was like living a long-distance relationship. We often called each other almost everyday, he often texted me in the mornings and evenings after work. I waited to hear his voice and he always thought about when he got to hear mine next.
And when we first met in person after three weeks, I gave him the biggest hug. I knew right then that he was right for me.
I wanted to marry him. I felt like he was the one who would treat me right and we were comfortable with each other. I told him things that were so hard for me to move on from, my vulnerabilities and he told me things that he’s never told anyone before — a dark past.
We never judged each other, he was supportive of me and he helped me in ways that was so different from my toxic ex-boyfriend that made me realize that maybe, I chose right this time.
I chose what I deserved and I knew my worth.
I wanted to be with him and somewhere on the inside, I knew he wanted to be with me too even when our time was short.
He avoided talking about the future but we knew that it wouldn’t have worked out well anyway. We would have separated, become friends and watched each other move on with different people in their lives.
But still, I wanted to marry him.
Other people wanted me to marry him.
People thought we’d make beautiful children together.
People thought we were the cutest couple ever.
People could see just how happy I was compared to before.
You see, he never made me happy. I was happy on my own even without him but what he made me, he made me feel at peace; home.
He made me feel like the world’s problems didn’t exist anymore and I could sleep in his arms in the middle of the beach.
He made me feel at home.
And he was home.
I wanted to marry him.
I made the decision only a month after I knew him but I wanted to. We dated for two months but within a month of knowing him, I knew what I wanted. I didn’t love him yet, not as a lover but I loved him as a person already and I knew that those feelings would have grown with time.
But sometimes, things don’t work out.
Homes get destroyed and people leave. We make mistakes that cannot be corrected and people move on.
I don’t think we’ll ever get back together again but I know that at one point, I wanted to marry him.