Meeting the love of your life when you are a teenager can be quite cruel because you are too young to realise it for what it is – the most incredible and intense love you will ever feel. You are also often too young to transition your relationship into marriage and a family.
When I met this man – whom I shall call *Mike for the purposes of sharing my story with you – I was working my way through university at a small grocery store. I started here a couple of years after him and I noticed him immediately. He was so loud and confident. He knew everybody and got along with everybody. I was incredibly shy, having hardly ever dated.
We had one thing in common. We both came from Russian families.
He introduced himself to me one night at the start of a Thursday night shift. He had the most incredible eyes. Well, he still has them. He didn’t lose his eyes. I’ll just never forget the first time I saw them, a light green but almost yellow.
My face burned as he spoke to me, not because I wasn’t confident and self-possessed among people I knew, but because I knew I liked him immediately.
We bickered and flirted and shared family histories for weeks before going on our first date. We had coffee at a cafe next to work. He held my hand the entire time as we drank and talked. I fell hard and so did he. We were inseperable.
Our relationship was intense and profound and fiery. Oftentimes I loved him just as much as I hated him.
If he hadn’t been Russian my parents would have been concerned at how serious our relationship for ones so young. That’s what ultimately led to our painful breakup. We both knew we’d met “the one”, it had just happened too soon and we weren’t ready to settle down.
I had so many ambitions. I wanted to finish university and travel the world and establish my career. He wanted to travel and he was training to be a professional golfer. Being in a serious relationship didn’t suit either of us.