Three years ago I was bold enough to go to a guy, give him a tiny piece of paper with a compliment in a bar. However, I wasn't brave enough to actually say something. Or even stay for 5 minutes for a quick chat. Nonetheless, three years fast forward I am as happy as I have ever been. And this time next year I will be married. If someone had told me that this would be my life 3 years ago, I would have laughed. I had a plan which didn't involve boys at all.
There is this amazing project called The World Needs More Love Letters. Basically, it helps to share all love, joy, support around the world. Each month they have few letter bundle requests. This time, mom was looking for a bit of love and support for her daughter, Lucy. She is only 10, but already suffered from the cruelty of the world. Kids bullied her and made her believe that she isn't good enough, smart enough or special enough. She reminded me of myself and my fear, worry and even the wish to become someone else, someone one million times better. I believe that all of us have Lucy inside of us. So, I am sending a bit of love to all of you.
We grow up with the fairytale of love and relationship where the most important part is falling in love and battleing challenges to be together. I grow up with and my case was even worse - I have parents with more or less perfect story. They fell in love in high-school and are still deeply in love. But that's not the full story of love. It's much more complicated. And frustrating.
When I was little, I used to send letters to my great-grandmother and I think that was the first time when I realized how beautiful and special real letters are. I lost the meeting few times, but now I start to miss them again.
When I was living in Lithuania, I had never felt as if I am a part of the community in my neighborhood. I knew some of the people living nearby because I used to play with their children when I was little, but we have never really helped each other and made coffee for each other. It was even worse when I moved to the capital and my neighbors were spread across 6 or 7 floors. Some of them I have never met. The place where I live now is completely different - we are actually a community.
During the past few weeks, I realize that people actually dream differently - starting from our night dreams ending with wishes. That was a bit surprising for me as I always assumed that people are the same and our dreams are similar.
When you are in a relationship with that special person, your relationships with friends changes. Tha's inevitable. Some friends will be hurt and betrayed but there is nothing you can do. You have to make choices and you have to balance these two things. At the same time, your friends are not only your friends anymore and that's the funny part that I would like to talk about.