My Knight On His White Horse

I expected to meet my first love in a magical way. Not necessarily “Knight on White Horse” magical, but I had a definite picture in my head-tall, brunette, broad shoulder. He would be romantic, smart and very witty. He would be perfect.

One day he did come along, although his perfection wasn’t quite there at first. He was my age and about five inches taller. A mutual friend introduced us. I guess you could say that was where it all started. We became friends. When we grew apart, I never expected to be missing him until one day…I wished to bump into him somewhere and it came true. It felt good. Our eyes met awkwardly but I pulled away. Did I tell him? Oh, no way! I was very proud…and very stubborn. And needless to say, love confessions are dangerous.

But this was different, it felt real. I knew that he liked me. He told me so all the time. I was confused. I wasn’t ready to get committed. It drove me crazy. It started with flirting and finally we were trapped in the moment between our own true feelings. That was when our friendship became more. We were in love. Months passed and our stability floundered. Love is a roller coaster and I must admit sometimes all the turns and twists made me sick. But through everything, we had an amazing and beautiful relationship.

He taught me how to love. He is indeed a person who is resolute in his decisions and he is ever ready to meet any predicament which consequently will befall upon on his head on. Never had I seen him backing down on whatever decisions that had been make. What makes him special is his selflessness. The unrelenting love that he has showered on me proves how caring he is. He also places his friends as part of his top priority, not taking his personal interest into account. His selflessness will always be imprinted in my mind. At times, I might be very mischievous and he being very forgiving will just tolerate with me and condone my misdeed. Nevertheless, there is still a limit to his forgiveness.

They say real love is forever. I don’t know the exact definition of it, but he is as close as I’ve ever come to it. Love has a tendency to fade. Ours did-almost. Coming into the third year of our relationship, he still remains as my first love. We have change and grown. And yet we still remain major priorities in one another’s lives. The fantasy of my magical man has faded, and I no longer search for perfection. I know that it doesn’t exist. What a girl wants may not be necessarily what a girl needs. So maybe this isn’t a storybook ending. Perhaps my childhood sweetheart will not become my fairy tale prince but what I do know is that love is mysterious, beautiful and often times much unexpected.

-‘Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes…just be an illusion’.-

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