60. I can write about anything in the world, apart from him.

N>>>>>>S, mi norte es donde estés tú.

Six years ago today, I met C, the love of my life and you may ask “how do you know he’s the one?” and the answer is that I don’t, but I do know that I’m yet to meet another person who could replace him on our tandem through life.

I feel like I’ve been married to C since the third day I met him. We lived opposite each other in student dorms and met very randomly. On the third day of hanging out, he basically moved in with me and to be honest, it wasn’t a bad deal because I had an individual room whereas he shared with someone else. I had a bigger kitchen, my private bathroom, a TV and a pizza oven from Lidl. We started doing the food shop and ate all of our meals together every day. We took turns in cleaning the dishes and even bought a car after having been together for only 5 months. Most people told us that we were crazy, what were we going to do if we broke up? I still wonder about that to this day.

Maybe we did seem crazy and maybe we did act like a married couple since we were 18 years old, but it worked and here we are today. Three cars later, 3 cities later and 5 houses later. And still not married. Would a ring and a certificate change anything? I don’t think so, but that’s a whole different story.

Some people say that love is easy and it’s half true. Love is easy if you both know what you want, if you both work on building your life together, if you communicate, if you express your needs, if you’re able to grow after an argument, if you’re able to apologise when you made a mistake, if you’re able to put in the effort to make it work. This is not something anybody taught me and it’s not something I learned from seeing it as a child, it’s something I’ve had to learn in order to maintain a healthy relationship.

Maybe you know that you’ve found “the one” when you know that you’ll try as hard as you can to make it work because it’s something you desire to keep, it’s not an actual effort. C’s mum says that I never see anything bad in him and that’s mostly true (apart from when our tranquil love lake is hit by wind) but being crudely realistic, there are plenty of other fish in the sea, but that’s not a thought that ever crosses my mind because I know that everything C and I have built and experienced together can not be easily replaced.

Six years ago a libra met a gemini (Do you even know how many personalities a gemini has? Yeah, me neither, they just keep on appearing.) I thought that we were two very different people but when he let his guard down I found gold. I saw someone that needed love and also had a lot of it to give, I met someone who cares deeply once he starts, I met someone who loves with this whole being, I met someone who had puzzle pieces that I didn’t have and since we started building our puzzle together, I feel like it’s now becoming more complete.

Relationships shouldn’t be the meaning of your whole life, you need to be an individual person, your partner too, and meet somewhere in the middle. Getting absorbed into being one blob can be damaging in the long run, but it really is true that when you meet “the one” everything they bring adds to your life and you don’t need to give up your own person to join theirs.

I find it extremely difficult to write about C. I feel too many things to begin to name them one by one and the things I’d mention probably would make no sense to anyone else. I could focus on the more cliché, romantic type of things but that’s not what makes our relationship what it is. How do I explain to someone that the nickname “Bubi” comes from “Bubú” who is a teddy that I love with all of my heart because he surprised me with it one day? How do I explain that “Tronqui” means 100 things in one single word? How do I explain that his hugs always smell a certain way and that morning hugs smell and feel different than day time hugs? See? I probably sound crazy, but don’t some people say that love does that to you? …

The chances of C and I meeting were pretty slim considering we were both born in different countries and then once in the same country, we lived on the complete opposite side of the peninsula. I have no idea how we ended up living in front of each other in those student dorms, I wasn’t even supposed to be living there. But many of my “not so great” teenager decisions lead me to him and I think that he is my guardian angel.

This POMELO is for him. The greatest gift I can give to him is selecting things from my heart and turning them into words.

I wish that every person reading this gets the opportunity to feel love in such a pure form and if you do, trust your gut, follow your intuition, make your own rules, love as much as you can and put in the effort to keep growing together.

La vida es tan bonita, que parece de verdad.

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