We were young and naive. I felt pressure to get married before I moved out of my house with my boyfriend at the time. We were serious about each other, and love one another. As time went on, we moved to BC where most of his skate friends lived. I barely saw him. We grew apart, naturally. I spent a lot of time being unhappy and having the same conversation over again with him. Eventually we decided that taking a break would be best for each of us. It turns out that was the best decision We both made. Half a year later I met someone who loves me and I him. It’s the best feeling knowing that someone puts you first and makes you a priority and treats you equal.
