Another Boring Love Story

Let me share with you a short story and a long one.

Short Story:

Once upon a time, there was a girl. On a beautiful day of spring, while on vacation, she met a handsome guy. They became friends and soon they both fell in love. They spent a romantic summer and a few months later they got married on a dreamy ceremony, and they lived happily ever after.

- The End -

Long Story:

Once upon a time, there was a girl in her mid twenties who had to make a very important decision, for which she had to travel. A few years earlier, she had met a very nice guy in college. They were great friends, he became her boyfriend and soon after he moved to another country. She realized then, that she really cared for this guy, that they had always been there for each other, but at the same time she felt that something very important was missing in their relationship. She tried to explain her feelings, but he didn't seem to understand them. He was falling into depression again, now that he needed to be strong to begin his new life in the new country. A year later, they agreed to meet and talk about this in person. She flew certain that she would go back home in a month. He received her at the airport certain that she would spend the rest of her life with him.

She felt lost. She had known this man for years, and didn't understand why she couldn't make the "right" decision. Was it her persistent fear of marriage? The fear of making an irrevocable desicion? Or fear of leaving her family to move to another country? Why not try to make this relationship work? Two days later, she broke up with him. And he finally understood.

She planned to spend the rest of the month visiting friends and family, hoping that this feeling of pain and loneliness would go away. Then, someone knocked on the door. And she met love for the first time.

Love was all she had expected it to be, except for one thing or two. She was in love with a guy who was determined to never ever marry again; a guy who had two kids from his previous marriage and who was also determined to never ever have any more kids. One could be certain that she had met the wrong guy. Not really. He met the wrong girl!

Five years and five days ago from today, he picked her up from work around noon. She was wearing a brown dress, and he was dressed in black. They headed towards downtown, to the courthouse, to sign a few papers. After leaving the building, she wanted to have a few pictures of them taken. He was not in the mood, he was actually very uncomfortable and sad. She tried to understand and be patient, that was her role as his brand new wife; after all, their relationship had been a very difficult one, with all sorts of problems and complications; insecurities and doubtfulness. Once married, their problems only grew bigger. A boundary had to be set between the couple and the rest of the family - his family. She had faith and deep inside she knew they were meant to be together, so she really tried to make it work but it was almost impossible to make everyone happy - it got to a point where it was either her or his mother. Things got better when she moved out. She had time for herself, and this helped her grow up and mature, and at the same time they still saw each other almost everyday. After a few years of separation, and feeling that this was going nowhere, she felt that it was time to give up. He didn't let her do it. He won her heart again and asked for another opportunity, one where they could start again, this time doing things right. Once he set the boundary with his family, she was willing to stay in this country, to share and live a married life for real: eight years after they first met, and almost five years after they got married. And I would like to say that this is the end and that they lived happily ever after but the story would be incomplete, since he really wants to have a new baby. Or two.

- To Be Continued -