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It’s my Anniversary, and I Don’t Have Cancer

Today is the official 5-year anniversary of Chris and mine’s relationship. Five years ago today we ate pad thai in a park that we’d gone to the first day we’d met, made our relationship official, and then pretty much decided we would be together for the rest of our lives.

It hasn’t been a perfect journey. There were parts that were downright awful, but we got past them, and I still commemorate the moment when I knew Chris was my future. It feels like every year with him I’m happier than the one before.

When I was young, I was so scared of love and divorce. I recited statistics on infatuation, and made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t marry anyone I hadn’t been dating for 5 years, to make sure the infatuation had worn off. The cosmic joke is on me there, because it did work out that we’ll marry later rather than sooner. The thing about Chris though, is that I’m still just so darn excited about him. As time passed some studies did come out looking at the brain waves of couples who claimed to be as passionately in love with their partners after 50 years of marriage as they were when they started.

Their brain waves mimicked couples in young love.

Somehow, some way… it’s possible to carry that first spark, to keep it alive as a glowing coal your whole life.

I used to think I was unloveable. For my body and personality type, I thought the statistical likelihood of finding someone who would enjoy me as much as I enjoyed them was impossible. I was wrong. I don’t know how I got so lucky. That I could find someone my height, my perfect ‘type’, who is hilarious and sweet and super intelligent, and loads of other great adjectives, who actually loves and supports me… I am grateful every day for that.

Today is also the day I was scheduled to get my test results. Not anything major, just that yearly test women have to go through. But there’s always that moment of pause, when you’re waiting for the automated computer to tell you whether they found cancer or not. That question of, what if…?

There’s been cancer in my family, on both sides, in relatives in their 80’s and newborns. Me having it isn’t an unlikely thing. And I know how quickly something as wonderful as an anniversary can turn into years of chemotherapy, radiation, and hospitals. Losing my hair. Having parts cut off. Losing things more important than that, like strength and the energy to write or even speak.

But that’s not my future this year. I shared the good news with Chris, and of course he was glad, but he said something else that stuck with me: we would get through it. Even though we are young and beautiful, and enjoy that, he would love me with no hair and a double masectomy.

I have long known I would love Chris no matter what happened to him. Exploring my capacity to love this way was incredible, and receiving that heartfelt message from him was the best anniversary present I could have gotten.

(Although the German cheese slicers were also very nice. Cheese slicers are kind of a thing in our relationship.)

That’s all I wanted to say. It’s my anniversary, and I don’t have cancer. And I’m very grateful.

Also get one of these cheese slicers. You won’t regret it.

<3, Savannah

 

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What My Love Story Taught Me About Fictional Love

Today is Chris and mine’s 4-year anniversary.

Despite our rough patches (our called-off engagement, our subsequent breakup and reunion now 2 years in the past), we are still happy, in love, and planning to stay together for the rest of our lives. Breaking up was one of the worst things that ever happened to me, but it also taught us something about commitment, quality of life, and the sustainability of love.

In the end we decided there was no one else we’d rather be with. In fact, the day I wrote this we spent our lunch break attempting to nap together, but laughing too hard to settle down for the whole hour. Chris is truly my life partner; we plan our finances together, we pursue the same goals, we remodel the house together, we grocery shop together… I’m very lucky to be able to say my boyfriend is also my best friend.

Being in love as a teenager, and then morphing into this type of adult love, gave me new insight into fictional love stories, especially in YA. Here’s what I’ve learned:

Love at First Sight: I see this one complained about very frequently. Readers and reviewers say, ‘Ugh, so suddenly she meets this guy she’s instantly attracted to and can’t stop thinking about? Puh-LEEZE!’ And to this I say, ‘You’ve been in love before, right?’

LAFS exists, definitely. Sure there are lots of relationships that started as friendships and slowly burned towards romantic feelings. But for everyone I can name in my personal life, they met their significant other and were instantly attracted and interested.

My grandparents had LAFS (while my grandmother was engaged to another man, no less!), my parents had LAFS (my dad ran across this huge bar and parking lot to talk to her after one glimpse of my mother), and I had one.

My love story is well-documented so I won’t repeat it here, but I remember those feelings very clearly. Dazzlement, anxiety, desperation, fear… I would have done some crazy-person things to ensure I got to continue to talk to Chris the first time we met.

So I do definitely believe in Love At First Sight, and I will defend it in YA stories. I want my characters to have that same hope coupled with doubt that I had, but underneath I want them to have an instant attraction to this person. A connection. A spark. Even if they both have to hide it or pretend it doesn’t exist, there needs to be a reason for these two strangers to start to care about each other, or else frankly often we’d have no story.

Sustaining Love: The problem with LAFS is that those stories can easily be all about the courting stage: Oh wow, they like each other! Oh no, there are obstacles! Will they get together? YES, they got together, hooray!

…Now what?

It’s absolutely fun to write about butterflies, tingling, and desire. Fun to go through it, fun to recall it, and fun to read about it. But for longer stories, eventually the two characters will have to settle down into day-to-day life with this love interest, and some stories just can’t survive that.

I see this happen a lot in book series. At the end of the first book, the characters get together. Yay! Then in the second book, circumstances arise that tear them apart. Will they get back together? Can they reconcile? End of the second book comes and YES they can and they did! Hooray!

But again… now what? That story isn’t about mature love. It’s about going through those butterflies and tingles again. It’s about desire, and ache, and blossoming relationships.

You know what I love? When characters maintain their relationships and have to deal with real challenges, but get over them together as a couple without being broken up.

One of my favorites here is in the Kushiel’s Dart series. After the two love interests get together, their faith in and support of each other helps them overcome the challenges of subsequent books. They spend a lot of time apart, but aren’t broken up, just supportive from afar. I liked seeing that MC go through personal challenges and missions, while desiring to get back to her life partner.

The Hunger Games is another example. Spoilers for those who haven’t finished the series!  I felt like the third book especially demonstrated Katniss with more mature-like relationships with her love interest. She and Gale partnered on various projects and missions. They trusted each other. They depended on each other. They had an unresolved romantic tension, yes, but I felt like their friendship could have easily transformed into a sustainable romance. In the end, of course, we learn along with Katniss that Gale’s actions have made him ineligible to be her partner, but then we get to witness another mature relationship between her and Peeta. It’s summarized, but we see them working together, supporting each other, and eventually guiding each other through parenthood.

Because I have lived through a relationship that started off with fuzziness and butterflies, and evolved through tribulation into a sustainable romance, I like to give my characters the same experience. I want the person they end up with to be a compatible life partner for them. Not someone to oggle at forever, but who they can talk with, laugh with, and work with. Someone they understand, but more importantly, someone they enjoy.

Even as a writer, even with 4 years to think about it, I am still unable to define exactly what it is that makes me love Chris. There’s just something about him I find fascinating and enjoyable. He’s not the same type of person as me. We often don’t think the same. Our ideological values are often different. But I love to hear his thoughts and get his opinion. Even the minutiae of his life is interesting to me, because it comes from him.

Chris delights me. It’s that delight I try to give to my characters… someone they bond with and enjoy, who can grow with them, and challenge them.

True relationships aren’t based off infatuation, but deep caring and a dedication to the long-term. And that’s what love has taught me :-)

<3, Savannah