Young and in Love

Everyone seems to have an opinion of 19-year-olds. Young, kids who are only interested in sex and alcohol. Whether that being at University or on a gap year. That isn’t the case for me.

People say we should experience whatever we can when we are young. However, no one took into consideration experiencing love. That feeling of a smile growing bigger on your face when they look at you, your heart pounding when they touch you, a large feel of emotion towards them, to protect and standby them, no matter what.

I’ve always been told that I’m lucky.  To have found such a perfect person at the age of 16. I know that a lot of people are going to read this and think, what a load of dribble, doesn’t happen that young, or it definitely won’t last. But why can’t it? And if it doesn’t, well that is my problem. If I look back on my life and feel the exact same way as I do now with another person, then I know I will be fine.

Part of me wishes that I hadn’t fallen in love so early, but then I think, well what kind of person would I be if I hadn’t. Who I’m with is me now, he has changed me into a better person, and vice versa. We bring out the best in each other. I can’t imagine going back to my life before him. Just doesn’t feel possible. Doesn’t feel normal.

Already we have lasted a year at different Universities together. He’s at Exeter and I was at Nottingham Trent, around a 5 and a half hour train journey. Visits were not very often. But we managed, with each of us putting in effort and being considerate of the other one if they were busy and socialising, we coped extremely well.

I don’t know where the future will take us, but right now I’m happy, I’m young and I’m in love for the first time.