Author: Lila Peterson

Date: April 27, 2025

After 16 years, I finally have a boyfriend. Honestly, I still can’t believe it sometimes. It’s not just about having someone—it’s the way he makes me feel that’s different from anything I’ve ever known. When I’m with him, it’s like everything else fades away. The stress, the little worries that usually sit heavy on my chest… they just disappear.

He makes me laugh without even trying, and when he holds my hand, I feel this warmth, this sense of being safe that I didn’t even realize I was missing. I get this fuzzy feeling deep inside, like everything might just be okay as long as he’s around.

I know it probably sounds cheesy or overly hopeful, but I really, really pray he’s the one. I don’t want to go through the heartbreak and the endless cycles of “almost” relationships. I want my first to be my last. I want this to be it—the real thing, the kind of love people write songs and stories about.

I’m scared sometimes because it feels too good to be true, but I’m trying to trust it. Trust him. Trust the timing. And every time he smiles at me or tells me he’s happy we found each other, it feels a little more real.

I don’t know what the future holds, but for now, I’m just grateful for him. And I’m hoping with everything in me that he’s the person I get to love for the rest of my life.