Okay so for the majority of you that follow my blog, you know it was a big deal for me to finally be involved with someone for more than just a week. :) Although my relationship with Michael only lasted 2 short months, I must say it was eye opening as to how a relationship could be. He was the first guy that I have ever really cared about that took the time to tell me how he felt and did it often too. I never once felt like I had to pull his thoughts about our relationship out of him. In point of fact, he started most of the "emotional" conversations himself. It was just a nice change to have a guy care about me and want to share that fact with me. I've never before experienced that kind of relationship. With all previous relationships, you would have thought that talking about feelings was like asking them to admit they were gay! It was just nice to know exactly how much someone cared about you, not only because of what they said but also because of how they acted. Michael was someone who was not afraid of PDA. Now I'm not saying that we went around making out in public because I would have drawn the line at that, but he wasn't afraid to lean down and give me a kiss whenever he felt like it. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that he knew about the "little things" that every girl loves. The hand holding, the lite quick kisses to let you know they are thinking about you, asking if you need anything when they get up and always checking to make sure you are comfortable. He was really good at making me feel cherished and for that I will always thank him.
That's not to say we didn't have our own problems though. There weren't many issues between us, but the major one we had could not be overlooked. Even though there was a rather large age difference, ultimately that is not what came between us. Unfortunately Michael had one fairly large flaw that I could not ignore. I will not go into details regarding this flaw because I do not wish to speak ill of him via the internet, but this flaw was not just some cosmetic flaw that people would think I was stuck up for leaving him due to it. It was/is a serious issue that was only going to cause more fights and hurt between the two of us than it already did. So the relationship had to come to an end. At least I can say it came to a friendly end and we can still be friends and speak to each other when we see each other in public (we live in a small town and this is bound to happen). I can also always look back on this experience and smile because for once the good times really overshadow the bad.
