Day 19: Discuss Your First Love

I kinda feel like I have discussed him often in my dairy already…

I was 24 when I met him. It was actually just before the 2010 Fifa World Cup took over the country.

We both worked in retail. In the shopping center where every retail store wants to be in, because it is the V&A Waterfront,  a great tourist attraction in Cape Town.

After a lil flirting we never saw or spoke to each other for 2 years.

But over Facebook we found each other…

Our first official date was when I asked him to be my partner to a friend’s wedding. It was in a little town out of the city so we would be spending the night together in a hotel room.

That wedding just went by so well. We talked and danced and everything just seemed so natural.  People thought we had been together for years,  as supposed to having just started dating and only talking to each other over Facebook and Whatsapp for about 4 months.

Our relationship started off long distance, but we made it work.  He lived in Durban and I lived in Cape Town.

When he decided to be with me he moved to Cape Town and since then we have lived together.

Why is he my first love? I don’t think I would say he is my first love, but I consider him to be my true love.

He makes me laugh.

We complete each other’s sentences.

We have our own private jokes.

We react the same way to random things.

He gets me and there are things I do that he just gets and understands. And I am the same with him.

No matter how shit things get between us….I can never really let him go nor can I see my life without him.

Even though we don’t have kids….boy do we wish we did have kids…before we even started living together we had named our kids already and still to this day…10 years later, when we talk about our kids we refer them to the names we gave them. It kinda sucks, because I love those names and I know that the only kids I would ever name Jordan and Emmy, would be the kids I may be blessed to have with him.

I  love him…