The Beauty of Us

The thing they don't tell you about love is getting there. The labor put into it. The tears and giggles put into it. You only hear about being in love, which is only a portion of love in general. There's falling love, being in love, and staying in love. If you're unlucky, like myself, your parents are divorced. You don't hear stories that your parents told you about how they met and their first date. You don't hear those stories when your parents hate each other. You don't hear anything about love when you practically have one parent.
That's the beauty, though. Adventure and risk taking, it's all beautiful, really. That's the beauty of us. We were both inexperienced, it was all so new. It was all so terrifying, even. So I thank you for taking a risk and going on a magical adventure with me. The ride of a lifetime.
I remember my first impression of you. I was annoyed, not going to lie. You were an obnoxious seventeen year old boy. You ran into me at a party, and completely embarrassed me. You can't blame me for disliking you. You can still be annoying at times, to tell you the complete truth. You've made me laugh, so many times, but what I've learned from love is that laughing is half of it. The good half of it. You've made me cry, too. Without a doubt.
Remember when we had our first argument as a couple? I was terrified it would break us up. Thank God it happened, though. We were uncomfortable as a couple before then. We had kissed once and we never confessed our love to each other. I remember yelling at you, I was in tears. You almost walked away from us, but you didn't. You took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. You said the three words I longed for the most, "I love you..."