This story starts of like any other romantic love scene… at a house party. Okay so maybe not like any other romantic story but my point is, he gave me all the feels. I won’t bore you with the details but I will tell you this. I only knew this man for a short period of time, less than a month, and only met with him in person on 4 occasions, including the first time I met him. Nevertheless, he taught me 4 really important things, whether he’s aware of it or not, and for that I will never forget him.
- No sorry’s. I’ve never met a man who has verbally told me not to apologize for something I did or didn’t want. We tend to spend a lot of time apologizing for things to please other people when we really shouldn’t be sorry for wanting or not wanting something. There wasn’t a single time I said sorry to this guy where his response wasn’t ” don’t apologize” or “no sorry’s”. I learned that I don’t need to apologize for my decisions or for being me. People will either like me for it or hate me, but then those in the latter group aren’t worthy of my presence anyhow.
- I am beautiful. Even when I’m actually looking crazy. I had put my hair up in a bun and after some… um “physical activity” it became a not so pretty, lopsided messy bun to which I replied “I probably look crazy right now”. He said “You look beautiful”. And although we were both pretty naked by then, he said it with such a conviction that made me actually believe it. Even at our messiest, we’re all beautiful souls and that will always shine through.
- Take it handy. I’ll admit I had to use good old Google for this one (perks of being an apparently uncultured American and being given foreign slang). These were literally the last words he said to me and I’m not disappointed by them at all. I feel myself being so tense and stressed out by all that life throws at me. Every single second I was with him felt carefree as if I was surrounded by this magical light. Yes life gets hard but, yanno, it’s short so take it easy and enjoy it.
- Not all men are trash. I can’t even begin to count how many horror stories of boys I’ve had and have heard from friends. As my coworker and lovely close friend put it, “men are trash” and I was beginning to be convinced that all men were. I can honestly say I had no bad moments with my Irish man. Even his rambunctious behavior after one too many drinks didn’t take away any of the sweetness he had to offer. Ladies, not all men are trash.
Though he’s long gone on his way back to Ireland, I am so grateful to have had him come into my life even for just a short while. I know he’s unaware of the impact he’s had on my life but that’s just the nature of it. So in case he ever comes across this, thank you for being you.