Thursday, December 9, 2010
A lot of people ask me how I dealt with all the troubles we've been through earlier in our relationship, and I could never find the right answer. Until I saw this photo and started thinking. You see, Michael's the first boyfriend who's not only recognised me as his girlfriend, but his best friend too, which is a big deal to me. For the record, Michael is my second serious relationship. As a boyfriend, I should have dropped his butt the moment he admitted to cheating on me, but as a best friend, I let it go. And I let it go, not because I was in love with him [because at that point, I wasn't], but because that's what you do when your best friend screws up. You let it go and move on with things.
And I know what you're thinking right now - Holycow, she brought up how he cheated on her, she must still hate him for it. She totally holds it against him and always will. Well, you're wrong. I don't get angry or hurt over it anymore. I let go of all those negative feelings the moment I decided that I was going to live a life of happiness, no matter what. He's also matured and grown up a lot in the year-and-a-half we've been together - not only as a boyfriend, but as a person. In fact, we don't even talk about it or anything of the sort because it's in the past. He's now a faithful, loyal, honest and trustworthy boyfriend, which is more than some can say about theirs.
I don't even know what the point of this post is. I guess I had these thoughts circling my mind for some time now, and all of a sudden I could put them together. I wanted to clear the air about what happened and how I feel, and how things have progressed. Oh, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I don't feel insecure. It's taken a lot of tears and hurt to get to the point, but he's worked hard at earning my trust back. He's also the only boyfriend to say the following words, and I quote; "I'm crazy in love with you, Bianca." If you don't understand the importance of those words, then you don't know me at all.
Random fact of the day; The first day we officially met was Valentine's Day. Cliché, I know.