Learning Process

Day 28: You read about yourself in your brother/sister, girlfriend/boyfriend’s diary.  What did you read?

Day 500 of Vaycay: I think I’ve gained 500 lbs. on this trip. ¡¡¡No me gusta!!!


Prince Eric’s Diary (so manly):

Things I’ve Learned About Grace:

-flowers=good; tickets to a Bulls game=not so much
-loves hugs longer than 20 seconds
-needs time to cool off after Continue reading


I’ll Wait For You

Day 22: You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand.  How did you get this key?  What does it lock or unlock?

Day 4: I went on an early morning jog, thinking it’d be cooler (temperature wise, not about status). I was wrong. I felt like I was going to keel over on the side of the Continue reading

The Ups and Downs of Being in Love

In one minute, this:

Prince Eric: “I miss you!”

Grace: “I miss you more!”

Can turn into this:

Grace: “I love you!”

Prince Eric: “I love you more!”

Grace: “I love you most!”

Which can somehow quickly escalade into this:

Prince Eric: “Whatever.”

Grace: “Fine.”

Ah, the wonderful world of young love and relationships . . .


One of the girls I work with once told me that she doesn’t love her boyfriend all of the time, and I found this rather peculiar. These two are high school sweethearts, they’ve been dating for five years, and I expect an invitation to their future wedding. Maybe she’ll let me be the wedding singer. Doubtful, as my singing kills anything living within a ten-mile radius, but a girl can dream.

I remember, I gave her this skeptical look, which made her explain:

Don’t get me wrong, I love Alan with all of my heart, and when I’m mad at him I still love him, but I love him a little bit less.

I remember being all types of confused at this point. She clearly saw it on my face:

Elaine: “Have you and Prince Eric ever gotten in an argument?”

Grace: “Oh God, yes.”

Elaine: “Exactly, like every couple. You still loved him after the fight, yes, once everything was said and done?”

Grace: “Absolutely.”

Elaine: “But, for a little while longer, you felt some resentment, no?”

Grace: “You could say that, since I’m a stubborn German.”

Elaine: “Exactly! Now do you see what I’m saying?”

And I got it, just like that.


Our first date. [Originally posted on Fanpop.com]

Our first date.
[Originally posted on Fanpop.com]

Prince Eric and I have been together for almost two years now–actually, Fourth of July of this year marks our two-year anniversary (so childish, but still cute-as-a-button) to be exact. We’ve fought. What couple hasn’t? Apparently, it’s healthy, if the manner of arguing is healthy . . . kind of like a debate, except the topic is about the dirty dishes or leaving the living room a hot mess, not so much about the state of the fiscal cliff or global warming.

I’ve realized that I do dislike Prince Eric sometimes, where I really don’t want to talk to him for a short period of time. Sometimes, after an argument or a misunderstanding, I just want to become a hermit (just from him) and shut our world out, until I miss him again and I am truly over everything.

It took me a while to realize that relationships have their ups and downs, like a roller coaster or frequency distribution. It’s okay to dislike someone for a little bit only to love them even more than you have before. It’s not all peaches and cream–or fins and legs, in this case.

It took me a while to realize that fairy tales are make-believe, and that reality is a bell curve.

It’s Not You, It’s Me

As we grow and mature, we realize the break-up cliché phrase, “It’s not you, it’s me,” seems rather selfish. When you’re with someone for an extended period of time–1 month could be another person’s 5 years with another–you grow and you change, and you definitely evolve into a different person, in consideration to the person you were in past relationships.

There I was, in my past lusts’ and crushes’ lives, quiet, bored, and settling. Ariel (Grace) wanted something new. Ariel (Grace) wanted to walk on the warm sand. No one understood. They were all good, in their own individual ways, but they weren’t great. And it’s not just the sex; it’s the warm embraces, the nervous glances with flapping butterflies, the conversations and friendly debates, the commonalities and the differences . . . that was always missing.


Once upon a time, Prince Eric was completely miserable. He hated himself and he liked his girlfriend, very much. The fighting would never cease, to the point where his little sister was violently involved. His girlfriend punched his sister in the face.

Things suddenly began to turn up for Prince Eric as he ignored the phone calls and apologetic texts from his ex-love, and as he began to text and call a new flame.


To clarify, Prince Eric and I are doing just fine. I fall in love with him more and more each day, and we’re really progressing as a couple. We’ve got our whole summer planned out with trips to the beach, concerts and festivals, and a list of restaurants and bars we want to try (even though we always go back to our favorite: Chipotle). Both of us are expanding in our career paths; I finally have a promising lead on a job I would love to have and, in my opinion, fit well with, while he’s in the processing of fulfilling his childhood dream of becoming a police officer. We’re growing and changing and bettering ourselves thanks to the confidence, love, and support we give each other.

So, to say, “It’s not you, it’s me,” in a break-up is selfish. That’s no way to thank someone in shaping you as the person you were when you were in the relationship and the person you are leaving it.

Disclaimer: Purely a random thought. I don’t plan on breaking up with Prince Eric anytime soon (or ever, if that doesn’t sound too much like an Overly Obsessed Girlfriend meme). It was just a random thought, and a look back down memory lane and all of the times I’ve said, “It’s not you, it’s me.”