A LOVE STORY
Hello hellooooooo,
Welcome back! Thank you for being here. Today’s blog will be extra special because it is about love. My love story. Anyone that knows me knows that I have always been a hopeless romantic… until I wasn’t. Not that I don’t believe in a beautiful kind of love and in these fairytale-like love stories, they can definitely exist, but I find that over the years I have kind of let go of idealizing love and focused more on just feeling it. What does it mean to be a hopeless romantic? For those of you that haven’t heard of this term before, according to Google, ‘A hopeless romantic is someone who has a deeply idealistic view of love and relationships, often believing in grand gestures, soulmates, and happily ever afters, sometimes to the point of being unrealistic.’
I still consider myself a huge believer of love and finding “your person,” however I try and keep it more realistic and staying opened to the idea that there may be multiple people in this lifetime that will feel like your “soulmate.” Whenever I meet someone with whom I feel like I have a strong romantic connection with, I try to not set any expectations on the relationship and focus more on just enjoying that connection for what it feels like in that present moment.
I will give you some context of what my dating journey has been like up until this moment. (summer of 2025)
I started dating at age 15, and dated this person up until age 21, which is when we decided to get married. Young love, high school sweethearts, my first in everything, the “perfect love story”… until it wasn’t. Our marriage only lasted 2 years. It ended because of many reasons, but primarily because I fell out of love with this person. We were very young and began to grow apart. Our differences eventually brought us to a point where things became very toxic, there was domestic abuse involved, cheating, and it all went from this fairytale to one of the most traumatic events I have ever experienced in my life. It was a true nightmare. Going through a divorce at such a young age has definitely been one of my biggest blessings in disguise. It taught me so much resilience and it taught me of what I am deserving of and to never let anyone manipulate/control me. It taught me to set high standards for my future relationships.
Shortly after my divorce, I began dating someone who was already a part of my life. I didn’t give myself enough time to heal. Even though we had such an “on and off” relationship and it was never the healthiest, I really did end up falling in love with this person. We dated for about 3-4 years, and eventually decided to break things off when we both realized we were not the best for each other. We stayed friends and after a few years, we lost contact.
It didn’t take long after this break up for me to start dating again. I met someone who I ended up dating for only a short period of time. This relationship lasted about a year and it was during covid time. I call it my covid relationship (lol)… It was a bit more healthy, still had some issues of course, but it was the first time where I felt safe and comfortable. This person was someone who inspired me to become my best version. Thanks to him I got myself into a healthier way of living, partying less, taking better care of my physical health, and managing my finances better. It was short but sweet.
So after this relationship ended, I decided to take a break from dating and to focus on reconnecting with myself and my own passions again. This was the year I began traveling. I planned my first birthday trip out of the country, later that year I also embarked on my first backpacking trip around Mexico, and basically stayed single for that entire year. This was the longest I had allowed myself to stay single since I first began dating when I was 15 years old. At this point, I was almost 30 years old, which meant I had technically been in a relationship for half of my life by this point. It was time for a break for sure!
I was hoping things would stay this way for a few more years, but life always has a different plan for you. By the beginning of the following year, I was on another birthday trip out of the country again, out in my dream place. COLOMBIA. Such a beautiful country. I was living my best life out there, when unexpectedly, love came back knocking down the doors to my heart. This time, it was very different. It was with someone that I had actually known for over 7 years, and never had I imagined we would ever ever everrrr be a romantic couple! Weird to say this but I actually almost saw him as an older brother. Sweetest guy. I remember the moment we both looked at each other and it became very obvious that there was a deeper soul connection that for some reason or another, we had been blinded to all those other years. Things progressed very quickly after this realization. I ended up extending my stay in Colombia to spend more time with this person and ended up becoming a couple soon after this trip. This was my first long distance relationship. To be honest, it was not the ideal situation, but we both talked about it being this way only for a short period of time and were hoping that eventually we could work it out where we were both living in the same country together. We began to make plans for the future. This was the first person (other than my ex husband) that I actually pictured creating a life together. We didn’t really speak about kids and having a family but I could sense that it was something we both would have been very opened to make it come true. I fell in love HARD. This had by far been my shortest relationship (it lasted about 6 months) but it has definitely been the deepest connection I have felt to this day. It is almost as if our souls had already met in the past and had come to find each other again in this lifetime. It was pure and beautiful.
It broke my heart to end this relationship, but there was something in me, a deeper calling, whispering to me that I had to let it go. I just couldn’t handle the long distance factor and it seemed that the Universe had other plans for us and our paths eventually began to drift in different directions. To this day, I will hold a very special place in my heart for this human and always wish him the best life. I know he is happy now and that is all that matters.
So what happened next?????????
I found love again. However this time it was sooooo different than any of the rest. It is going to come across as very cliché. Because it totally is. I am 33 now and this is by far the longest I have been single, not dating at all, and fully focusing my energy on creating the life of my dreams and becoming my best version. I fell in love with dating myself, I fell in love with my dreams and goals, I fell in love with having free time to do as I wish, I fell in love with yoga and sharing my practice with others around the world, I fell in love with being back at home close to my family, I fell in love with being single. I fell in love with the current version of myself. And this is the best love I have ever experienced.
