A letter to my partner of 6 years
15th October 2015
Today marks 6 years since Tyrone and I started dating. To celebrate this, I have wrote an open letter to Ty and I’m sharing it in this post. I know it’s super soppy and personal but I hope you’ll enjoy anyway…
It’s hard to believe that we have been together for 6 years now. It’s also hard to believe how I would have coped if you hadn’t been there by my side.
These 6 years have bought many changes for both of us. Finishing school seemed so scary at the time, but we nailed our GCSEs (11 each!) and moved on to college together, ready for our next adventure.
College was tough. We both struggled with our studies and at times it really tested our relationship. I think we were both full of self-doubt and neither of us thought we would make it to university. I remember breaking down in a corridor after I failed my biology exam and you left class to come and find me. I was an idiot and told you I was on the 1st floor when I was actually on the ground floor, and you ran around the college like a mad man! But once you found me you held me and told me it would be okay. I’m glad you believed in me, because I didn’t believe in myself.
Moving to Liverpool was one of the toughest days of my life. I was excited to be moving to the city I had always dreamed of living in, but waving goodbye to you as we drove away tore my heart in two. We Skyped that night for about 3 hours, and that was the beginning of our one year long distance relationship.
I appreciate that you came to visit me so often, even if all we did for that entire weekend was sleep. I hated living in halls, and I was incredibly homesick, but playing Scrabble on Facebook via Skype nearly every night was so comforting to me. We talked about the future and your plans to study in Liverpool the following year so that we could live together. Knowing that there was a possibility that we could have our own home for my second year of university was what kept me going through my first year.
And we did it! We found a flat, and although it was the most stressful experience of my life in which everything that could go wrong, did go wrong, we survived. Now we are dreaming bigger. Next stop, our own house!
As if dealing with all these major events wasn’t enough, my health took a turn for the worse in my second year of university. You have always been so understanding of my hip condition, and even made me feel confident about my scars for the first time in my life. When I was unable to leave the flat because the pain was so bad you went into town for me and got me exactly what I needed. You even bought birthday presents for my family so that I could stay at home and rest. You kindly come with me to hospital appointments and always ask the right questions. And you have no idea how much I appreciate it when you hold my hand when I’m having a steroid injection because I’m a wuss and it hurts like hell. Bringing me pizza when I’m recovering also earns you extra brownie points.
I know that it hasn’t been plain sailing, and that some times I moan a bit (okay, so I moan a lot, often) but I’m glad that we’ve stuck together, and I believe that we’ll just keep getting stronger.
Thank you for making me laugh when I’m sad. Thank you for picking me up when I’m down. Thank you for joining me in my adventures. Thank you for being a fellow weirdo who picks the cherry off a cherry bakewell before eating it.
Love, Holly xxx
P.S. I love this photo of you in Majorca. That holiday was THE BEST!