I love English. It is one of my innest passions. And although it is also the main widespread language and the easiest way to communicate in any field or area in the world, nothing is perfect! One of the few things I find “incomplete” and confusing within English vocabulary is both the meaning and the use of the words boyfriend / girlfriend.
Maybe it is something only non-native speakers have difficulty with, yet it is something not well taught when learning the language. And it is a huge problem, honestly. Let me show you why.
I do have this friend. He used to be one of the nicest students I’d ever had; he was (and still is) so insecure and shy, but he always tried and pushed himself a bit further. He never had brilliant grades (sorry, mate), but I’ll always remember his effort and motivation.
He attended English lessons because he wanted to travel, to be able to apply for a better job, to better communicate with foreign people. To learn and become wiser, while enjoying doing so! Trust me, it’s not easy to find students like him…
Once I quitted my job as a teacher, I had the opportunity to know him better. We kept in touch, got on pretty well, gave advice to each other… and, eventually, we became friends.
He is a real warrior, who has lost many friends, surviving a battle he didn’t choose to fight in. He suffers, a lot. Both mentally and physically, every single day, since the day he was born. He must confront a rare disease, no profitable enough to be studied and alleviated as we wished. Of course, this has carried him tons of problems we could ever imagine: (probably) his pains are more excruciating than yours; his life conditions are harder than yours; his abilities to work or interact with people are more difficult than yours; his health is obviously worse than yours; his life expectancy is lower than yours. His life sucks, by far, more than yours.
Nevertheless, and never without great effort and constancy, he is happy! As happy as any human being can be, with our ups and downs. He’s got friends, a job, hobbies when he’s excellent at. He exercises a lot and has travelled all around the world, no matter his “limitations”. He has overcome all kind of fears, problems, diseases and life-shit. He has learnt to live day by day, to enjoy each moment and to surround himself with people and things that make him feel joyful and alright. He’s still looking for that person, but never stopping his single life.
And in all this process and growth, he has been by my side. Always. He is an important part of my life: all my family and friends know and love him, and do care about him. We both have suffered in different ways, we have shared some of the most important moments in our lives. He has listened to me, read me, talked to me, hugged me and pampered me every time I have needed it. No matter the problem or the time. He has always thought the best of me, and has let me know it too. I think he is the only person who would follow my advice -a couple of times at least. We have made mutual confessions and trusted each other throughout all these years.
But I have been mean to him lately. I have devoted so much time to healing myself that I have put aside many people, many things. And despite his incredible friendship, I have left him apart as well. We have barely seen each other -or nothing at all. I didn’t tell him what was happening when I should. I didn’t let him see me or help me in any way. I wanted to be alone. I felt so embarrassed, such a failure. I thought my problems were clearly minor than his. I thought he would think the worst of me.
Of course, I was completely wrong. During all this time, he has gifted me nothing but understanding, encouragement and distant support. He has placed himself on a second line, from where he could care about me while respecting the time and space I’ve been needing. Not a word of complaint or distrust. Not a thought of neglect or exclusion. Just loads of love and positivity, respect and esteem.
I could not be more grateful and honoured. I love the way he has always treated me. I love his brains, his heart and his soul. I love his loyalty, kindness and sense of justice. I love our view of this shitty world, both our agreements and disagreements. I love this man. Whether I have any romantic feelings or appeal for him or not, I love him. And I think I will do so for many years. So yes, he is my boyfriend.
I may not know how to call those men I may sleep with or the ones I’ll fall in love with. They may be lovers, crushes, partners, husbands… And then, they may be my boyfriends as well; or they may be not. All in all, the one I have and the one I name for sure is him.
I hope I did a good job getting him to love English as much as me. His reading this and understanding how much I love him will be one of the reasons why I love English too.