Teenage looove

I was thinking this afternoon about when Donovan and I first met. And when we decided we were in looove.

It was so crazy-he felt compelled to tell me he loved me only weeks after we started dating. I did not reciprocate that emotion of love-I didn't think I knew what love really was. I was 17. I had very recently discontinued the first boyfriend relationship I ever had. I just was not in the place to be throwing around the "L" word.

It seems like I've always known Donovan. When I think about my life-17 years full of life-I can't remember what it was like before sharing life with him. I don't remember anyone treating me as special as him.

There's something about a young relationship. For us, there were no responsibilities of children, worrying about finances or a home. It seems that uninterrupted love for each other can be tainted by the many responsibilities life requires and that which we put on ourselves as we've gotten older.

I like to sit and think back to those googley eyed days where we would ride around in his red Jeep, he would visit me at school and bring me lunch (because he had graduated a year before me-and waited to go to college), him cheering for me at my soccer games and bringing me skittles and Gatorade (my favorite), and my most fond memory-him writing me sweet love notes all the time and sealig them with candle wax. Man, I loved that long haired, blue eyed, handsome boy. I am so glad we have those memories to look back on, and am so thankful that we have a family and are making many memories together.

I love him more today than in those puppy love teenage years. I'm glad we were able to experience care free days without many responsibilities, but now that we do carry such a heavy load-I love and respect for him grows everyday.

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