I have been listening to my husband’s playlist; little did I know, we are both sad people. When I first started dating him, I knew his music taste was different than mine but it took three years (and our marriage, lol) to finally find out that my husband is a mirror image of me. We are equally love sad songs but his sad songs are much more intense than mine which led to our late night conversation few nights ago.
We were both ready for bed but since I wasn’t that sleepy, I asked him to stay up for a bit.
“Babe, you know we are both equally sad people?”
He smiled, he didn’t hesitate this time around, there was no point of denying.
We decided to talk about a lot of things that happened in our past because as weird as this sounds, we rarely talk about it. Suff is the kind of person who wants to focus on his future, while I sometimes dwell on my past too much.
He told me about the first girl that broke his heart, the girl he thought he’d never get over, the stupidest thing he’d done for a girl which contributed to his sad playlist. He told me almost everything about his past, the thing I never thought he had experience. I didn’t know such pain was inside this wonderful guy.
It was also his first time asking me about my past but surprisingly, he took it well. He laughed at some of my stories, he consoled at the sad ones. I told him the things I never thought I could tell him and he accepted it. It made sense to him why I’m sensitive over certain things. It’s not that I haven’t gotten over it but it wasn’t a pleasant memory for me to let go and he, gracefully, understood.
At the end of the conversation, he said he now understands why things didn’t work out with his exes. Those experiences and heartaches led him to me.