When I tell people how long Mike and I have been dating, it’s usually followed by a “Wow!”.
As their eyebrows furrow, they ask: “How old are you?”. A general show of surprise then leads to a genuine appreciative “Good for you” smile or an “You’re out of your mind” grimace.
We started dating when we were 15. High school sweethearts. It’s never felt long, and in comparison to a dear friend who has been dating her beau for eight years, we’re lagging behind.
Some may applaud this, others may question the need to sow my wild oats. I found “the one” when I was a young one, and I’ll be damned if I were to let him go.
If our time spent pursuing a long distance relationship has taught me anything, it is that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I used to think it was some cheesy line, but over the years it has proven more true in every sense of the word.
Don’t get me wrong, frustration comes with the distance; it’s kind of a package deal. But, I just remind myself that there are worse situations, and I’m grateful to have him on the other end of that phone line.
I think our love has endured the test of time, and it keeps on ticking.