Kalimera! I hope you had an enjoyable Canada day yesterday ❤ As I've been doing a lot of catch up at work after my 9 day stint with that horrible flu I don't have much in the way of new stories to share with you. I suppose it's as good of an opportunity as any to explain the backstory behind me and Constantine. I promise this won't turn into one of those blogs about love, boyfriends & wedding plans!
So here we go, the fairy tale begins:
Once upon a time, there was a 17 year old Montrealler who transferred to a private preparatory college in Ontario for her senior year. Being one of the only new girls to make such a daring move, she was the subject of much curiosity from the boys who had been picking from a rapidly slimming dating pool that consisted of girls they'd been classmates with over the past four-five years. Miss, having left a private, catholic all girl's school was overwhelmed by the fact that there were 'boys' in her classes, and further still by the fact that some were interested in her! She had broken up with her first boyfriend, a sweetheart named Jason, during the summer before her transfer. Their relationship was loving, but very shy (and very awkward!). As she and Jason weren't really compatible, she'd decided to give herself some time before diving into another mess of clashing personalities.
Yeah, right. Cue the Head Prefect of the college: rugby starter, competitive speaker, saxophone player, six + feet of Dutch good looks. A Boyscout all growed up and boy was he going places. He won Miss over by throwing pebbles at her window (to the obvious delight of all of the junior girls who shared her residence hall). His pursuit was swift and during it he made a few enemies - groups of guy friends are often attracted to the same type of girl, and so it was with the Boyscout and his buddies.
While the Boyscout threw pebbles, gave roses and took Miss out to dinners he also made the fatal mistake of inviting her along with his group of guys. One of them in particular really stood out: olive eyes, a delicious laugh, all rugby shoulders and wavy brown hair, the best story teller of the group with a lightning wit that matched that of the self-proclaimed intellectual herself. Constantine. Miss found herself staying up late after hours, huddled under bedcovers to hide the light of her computer screen while she talked to both boys: the Boyscout, very soon to be her boyfriend, and Constantine, whose company she enjoyed and whom she was rapidly considering to be her best friend at the strange new school.
In writing, Miss looks absolutely naive, but in reality? .. She was absolutely naive. She wasn't aware that Constantine was interested in her and simply took pleasure in his company. It wasn't until the day that she accepted the Boyscout formally that she realized her mistake. When the Boyscout told Constantine that Miss had agreed to be his girlfriend, Constantine abruptly disappeared.
Miss was startled, and as the days went by, realized just how much she had loved his company. More time went by and as her budding relationship with the Boyscout progressed, she began to realize her mistake. Their first kiss was the catalyst that ended up putting everything right. It was an obvious setup and she was excited for it to happen - the Boyscout leaned in, Miss looked up, their lips met and: nothing. Nothing? Nothing. Miss looked quickly away from the Boyscout's eyes (hazy with growing affection - clearly their first kiss had done something for him) and made her escape. I lied, you know, when I said nothing. Seconds after the uneventful kiss Miss realized she had had a fleeting, heart-racing thought: what would that kiss have been like if it had been with Constantine?
The breakup happened two weeks into their awkward relationship. Miss felt horrible but realized it would be unfair to lead the Boyscout on while she was clearly interested in somebody else. She had never thought she would ever be in such a position, but knew that in ending things as soon as possible, she'd be doing the right thing. Her decision was helped by her boyfriend's awkward jealousy. The Boyscout was a casual few steps away from her at almost all times. Her window grew perilously fragile from the constant pebble-throwing and she found him outside her residence more often than she invited him. It was too much, too quickly and just the push she needed to end things.
It took three hours to explain. (Even now Miss shudders to think of what would have happened if she'd waited longer than the two short weeks they'd been together.)
Weeks went by and Miss found comfort in Constantine's best friend, a now mutual acquaintance who had liked the idea of the two of them as a couple from the start and who decided to help Miss catch the boy who'd been chasing her all along. After many late-night meetings and shy smiles (& with the help from their matchmaking ally who was subtly encouraging both parties), Constantine and Miss rekindled their friendship. As a few more weeks went by, Constantine began making his first tentative advances. Miss was delighted.
When they finally began dating, Miss felt for the first time the comfort of compatibility and the rush of excitement without doubt. When they shared their first kiss, it was magic.
This story took place almost three years ago ^^ Since then Constantine and I have endured frustrating months of long-distance followed by wonderful semesters together at the same university. Now that I have transferred to a new program in a new city, we're going to be battling distance again - but we'll be fine, and we'll continue to endure. I have never felt a love as strong as the one that I do for this man. At twenty we're both far too young (and very aware of that fact) to be more serious than we are already, but someday I can see us being together. It's been a fairy tale from our rocky beginning and I can't imagine anything less than a happy ending for the two of us.
It's been a month since we were last able to see each other (our summer jobs are, sadly, also in different provinces), so maybe this explains my excitement at finally seeing him tomorrow.
There you have the story behind my little romance. I love to hear about how relationships start (especially when they aren't as awkward as my own!) so don't hesitate to share yours with me. Do you have an entry that tells your love story? Link me to it, I'd love to read it ^^
Have wonderful Thursdays!
❤ Miss