Another month, another anniversary.
After about two weeks of pure freedom and countless fights, Mack came over last night to celebrate our make-up talks and anniversary. I probably shouldn’t be announcing this to the whole world, but I’m sure some people can relate. I mean, everyone can’t be in that picture perfect relationship they portray to the rest of the world, right? Fairytale relationships can’t possibly be that common. Lovers must fight, even if just once. Then again, I might be trying to be very optimistic about my sometimes dysfunctional love.
Our relationship for the past few weeks has been rocky and offbeat. We’ve already gotten close to quitting twice now. Relationships are hard, fucking things to deal with - especially when everyone else expects you to be happy and stay together. I wonder how people deal with those pressures? To be honest, I am terrible at keeping my emotions inside and my fights personal. As ridiculous and illogical as this sounds, I have no problem bitching my boyfriend out in front of his friends. I don’t really give a fuck if it’s public. But it does bother me sometimes to know we’re definitely not “Bella and Edward” (LMAO, totally had to).
Society puts too much weight and admiration for the faultless, cute relationships of Hollywood. Although we have moved so far forward, there are still subconscious stereotypical roles the world expects mates to play. The woman should pretend she’s absolutely fine and in love with her boyfriend, until they are in private. And the man needs to exert his power and control over his woman and be the alpha male, until he gets whipped back home. Couples must show the world they are equal and perfectly loving to each other. But, it’s never that easy, at least not for me.
I think people of this planet should treasure relationships like Summer & Tom. You don’t have to be Bella & Edward to be a couple. You may have fights, you may have faults, you may not be vampires. But at least, your relationship is true. Your relationship is real - a love that makes it so damn worth working your ass off for.
So although we fight like every other day, argue on the phone, and even wrestle and scream, at least it’s real. In the end, the couples who don’t quit, are the ones meant to stay together. I don’t want to be that quitter. But, enough on reflecting I really wanted to talk a little about July 14th, 2010.
After pulling myself out of bed to go to class, I came home to a sleepy, hungry boy. We grabbed pizza at Jupiter’s - we have been meaning to try that - and took BART down to Embarcadero. My legs are sore from walking everywhere, but the day was fun. Saw a lot. Ate a lot. Bought fatty sweet strawberries. Got a delicious soft serve cone. I used an oxygen bar today. It tasted weird, but super clean like fresh air on the mountains. Crab at the pier is fucking bomb (and fucking expensive), so thank you Mack Siu for an eighty dollar dinner. I love how we are so not cheap.
Happy seventeenth, boyfriend.