

And that pressure
does get to me. The notion that a lot of my friends will have experienced
internet dating, one night stands and reckless fun that doesn't mean anything
but is simply part of our coming of age. I worry that I'll look back and
perhaps wish too that I had experienced all of these things. I think that
regardless of the lifestyle you follow and choices you make, there will always
be an element of fear at missed opportunities, and so this year I’m truly
trying to embrace living in the ‘now’ and quashing any element of regret before
I’ve even really had chance to experience life.
I think despite the
dysfunctional family unit I’ve experienced through my childhood and teen years,
I’ve always been a romantic person at heart. I’m emotional and I’m sensitive
and I feel things so deeply that
sometimes it hinders me. If I had to choose a film to pass away an evening
with, it would almost definitely be a deeply emotional and dramatic love story
(ideally one that makes me cry) but that ultimately ends with a happy ending,
and without sounding overly dramatic, I truly think that is what a long-term
relationship at a young age can entail. With far less of the perfectly composed
scenes and far more ugly crying, being in love when you’re both discovering who
you are and where you want to end up is somewhat of a movie in itself. When I
think about how Scott and I met it definitely seems that way, and is something
that, honestly, still feels like a dream. It was December 2014 (New Year’s Eve
to be precise) and I had been invited to a small party at my college friend’s
chalet at the local sailing club (why does this make me sound like a tory, I’m
not. I promise). I arrived a little unwillingly after much reservation that I
would surely freeze to death in the non-heated clubhouse, however was in good
spirits nonetheless at the prospect of a relaxed and fun filled evening with my
closest friends. I had actually started a group chat on Facebook a month prior
to this night, expressing to my friends that of course we needed to find some more boys to invite to the largely female and
friend-zone dominated guest list, however our plans never materialised and we
settled on the idea that we would simply be each other’s midnight kiss. I
didn’t think any more of this in the weeks leading up to last day of the year,
and gave up checking the Facebook event with the hopes of new and exciting
guests being added. It wasn’t that I was actively seeking a boyfriend at the
time- in fact, I vividly remember feeling that I didn’t have time for a
relationship because I was so focused on my final sixth form exams that summer.
But despite this, I think something about New Year’s Eve always inspires
romance, and I suppose in my quest to live out the dramatic romance of my
most-watched films, I certainly did hope for a spark of some description. I
arrived at 8.30pm that evening and as I walked up to the clubhouse, lights
bleeding out and illuminating the fields and river, the first person I saw was
Scott. Of course at the time I had no idea of his name or who he was, but we
locked eyes in that moment and it felt like fate. I’m sure you can tell that
I’m a hopeless romantic, but my lack of enthusiasm at attending that evening
was a mutual feeling (I later learnt) as it turned out neither of us had been
overly keen on the idea of the party. This is the moment I truly believed that such a thing s fate could possibly exist. We chatted that evening, but my complete
inability to speak to an attractive male absolutely hindered me and I felt
terribly embarrassed and self-conscious for almost the entirety of the night.
He let me wear his jumper when I got cold and we were each other’s midnight
kiss, and if nothing more had ever come of that night, it would have forever
been special and held a place in my heart. Of course the rest is history, and
as we now celebrate our 3 year anniversary, and it has left me feeling
reflective and just so, unbelievably grateful. Being young and in a long-term
relationship is compromise, it’s pain and at times it’s overwhelming. It’s
euphoric and sometimes mundane, but all together I wouldn’t change a thing
(other than the long distance part, but perhaps there’s another post to be
written there).
Young love can often
be regarded as fleeting or a passing phase, but I truly believe it’s the most
magical, sometimes naïve, yet innocent romantic love we as humans are likely to
experience. I recently watched The Notebook for the first time (HOW it had
managed to escape me until this point is quite ridiculous) and I now feel even more inspired and love-struck at the passion
and fun that come along with relationships at any age, but particularly your
first, and often most painfully true love. Whatever you believe in, chemicals
or a true connection, let’s take a moment this month to step back from the commercialisation
of Valentine’s Day and cupids arrow and really, truly, become immersed in the relationships we value so dearly. There are no rules to love and it often feels like a stab
in the dark to navigate life with another human in tow, but my own experiences
have left me with a love for love itself.
So to my first love,
my young love and my long-term love, Scott, I bloody adore you. From your
patience with my everlasting need to photograph our brunch before you can eat
it, to my mood swings and hormonal outbursts, you certainly put up with a lot.
You calm me down when I’m anxious, you make me feel euphoric for the happy
moments we’ve shared and in so many ways you’ve transformed my final teenage
years. We entered our twenties together and I can’t wait to navigate this
minefield of working out what the f*** we’re going to do with our lives,
together. Thank you for being my travel companion, my domino’s date of choice
and my young love. Here’s to many more adventures and living our best lives.