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A Lilo & Stitch Relationship

Everyone wants to have that “Fairytale Romance” that can be compared to a Disney movie, or a Nicholas Sparks novel, or any other romantic comedy. When I was in high school, during my first ever relationship, I asked her a question that most people think about at some point or another. “If we were a Disney movie, which one would we be?”
She thought about it and gave me the temporary response, “I’ll tell you later. I need to think about this.” I realized how spontaneous and random the question was, so I agreed to the postponement of its answering. I walked her to class and then went to class myself.
After my class finished, it was time for lunch. I went to go “pick her up” from her classroom, and we walked to our usual lunch table. Upon arrival, we sat down on our usual bench and she turned to me as she said, “I figured out which Disney movie you and I would be.”
I made the assumption that she would’ve said one of the Disney Princesses, and I imagined the reasons she would give behind her choice.
Mulan, maybe, because she was the one who had to do all of the hard work.
Sleeping Beauty, perhaps, because it took me long enough.
Beauty and the Beast…well, that would’ve been self-explanatory.

I would’ve even settled for Tarzan because at least Jane fell in love with him for the right reasons, despite the fact that he was raised my gorillas.
Regardless of what I thought, I was not expecting the answer I was given.

She smiled and me and excitedly answered, “Lilo & Stitch.”

At first I laughed, assuming that she was playing a joke on me. After a few seconds, I realized that she was dreadfully serious. As this fact dawned on me, I quickly questioned, “I’m the dog?!” She immediately began laughing, not because she was joking but because I reacted in the way that I did.

We discussed this for a couple of minutes and I pointed out the obvious flaws in the storyline that would arise, as well as the reasons that they bothered me.

Lilo and Stitch weren’t actually in love, they were family; Lilo was much too young to even be considered a Disney princess; Lilo and Stitch is a movie about family, not about love; Stitch is a dog. You know, the obvious ones.

After much discussion, she refused to change her answer. The justification she gave in the end was that “No matter what happened, Stitch always loved Lilo.” That, and the fact that “Everyone thought Stitch was weird but Lilo wanted him anyways.”

And yes, I will admit it: that’s kind of cute. But that didn’t change the fact that Stitch was Lilo’s dog. There was no way that anything romantic could ever come up between the two of them because Stitch was a dog. Not even that, Stitch was an alien from another world that Lilo adopted. I was looking to date this girl, not be her pet.

But over the next few weeks, despite the fact that this conversation was resolved and wasn’t even brought up for almost two years, I did some thinking about what I could draw from this conclusion that my best friend and I were Lilo & Stitch. I also did some thinking about what that would mean for the type of relationship we had.

What exactly was a Lilo & Stitch relationship?

But then I started to think about the relationship that the two of them had; because if you leave out the fact that Stitch is an alien from another planet who lives with Lilo and her sister, they actually do have the perfect foundation for a true love story.

Lilo and Stitch meet at a time in their lives where both of them desperately need each other; Lilo because she doesn’t have friends, and Stitch because he’s being chased by intergalactic police. They develop a strong bond that is impossible to break and they become inseparable best friends, despite all of the odds stacked against them. Lilo teaches Stitch how to function on Earth with the rest of society, and he teaches her how to be herself.

The two of them also wreak complete havoc together; they wander around the island without any parental supervision and they encounter complete strangers along the way. Then Gantu, that giant shark-alien-thing, shows up to try and arrest Stitch. He ends up burning the house down, if I remember correctly. So, in summation, the two of them make unexpected things happen, to say the least.

Then Lilo gets mad at Stitch, and he has to leave because she hates him. Once again, I could see the parallels between our friendship because it had gone through some rough patches, just like all relationships do. During that scene, though, Stitch remembers The Ugly Duckling and says, “I’m lost.”

That scene, by the way, is still one of the saddest scenes in an animated movie about an alien, ever.

But the point of this scene is that Stitch thought he was starting to figure out who he was, what his purpose was, and the reason behind his existence. And then he had to leave Lilo and he was lost without her. He didn’t know what to do and he didn’t know how to handle it, so he did the only thing he could think of, which was to say, “I’m lost.”

After this, something happens that I really can’t ever remember. But I know something happens and then Lilo gets captured and tossed in the spaceship instead of Stitch. So, what does Stitch do? He steals an eighteen-wheeler and starts chasing the spaceship. Now, let’s think about this. What are the odds that Stitch is going to catch a flying spaceship by driving one of the most obstructive vehicles known to man? I’ll tell you: they’re next to impossible. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Nothing stops him from getting to her when she needs him.

And in the end, Stitch saves her. He gets to stay with her and Nani, and they live happily ever after as one giant family. But then there was that second one, where he had a glitch and he was getting bad and all that stuff. I don’t remember all of that movie, but I know that Stitch dies or something.

No worries, he comes back to life; but before he does Lilo feels bad because she was super preoccupied with her Hula contest or something. And she was too busy to notice that Stitch needed her, and she cries because he’s dead. Or something.

And then there was that television show where they tried to capture all of the other 625 experiments because their dehydrated pods all got wet or something. But the two of them had some pretty hardcore adventures during the series, too. They faced everything together because they knew that if they were together, they could do anything.

Basically, I started to think about all the positive things that I could have interpreted when she said that she and I had a Lilo & Stitch relationship.

Disregard the fact that they’re different species, and they’re like family, and that he’s a dog, and that she’s like seven. Look at it from a Him&Her perspective.

She and he found each other even though they were, literally, from two different planets.

She and he both came into each other’s lives in times when one (or both) of them needed the other.

She and he were both best friends.

She and he were inseparable.

She and he could make unexpected things happen, things that even they couldn’t see coming.

[She and] he were lost without the other one.

She and he would let nothing come between them and the other one.

She and he would let nothing stop them from being there when the other one needed them.

She and he fit in with each other, even when they stood out from everyone else.

She and he faced everything together.

She and he could do anything if they did it together.

She and he loved each other, no matter what happened or what came between them.

And she and he lived happily ever after together.

So yes, it’s not a typical Disney movie romance. There are no princes, no princesses, no curses, no songs sung by the characters themselves, and there are an awful lot of aliens tossed into the mix.

But there are two characters who find each other across a galaxy. There are two characters who help each other fit in together, because they stand out alone. And there are two characters who love each other, regardless of what happens and in spite of all the reasons they shouldn’t.

Yes, Lilo & Stitch was definitely not what I imagined her response would be when I asked her that question. And I doubt that she put this much thinking into the decision she made, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did.

So, while Lilo & Stitch might not be a love story, it definitely is a story about love and how we should love.

If you ask me, I definitely wouldn’t mind a Lilo & Stitch relationship.

"The truth is, not every love story can have a happy ending, right? And when that happens, then people like me need to forget about our love and move on."

Relationships: My Honest Opinion.

There are certain things that will make you feel worthy: compliments, love, friendship, and time. People often claim to be “in love” far too early these days, in my opinion. Especially in terms of age. I’m not saying that teenage relationships don’t last; on the contrary, they frequently last longer than most people expect. And I’m not saying that you can’t meet someone when you’re sixteen and fall madly in love with them. In fact, I can think of a couple I know of whose relationship is stronger than most believe would have imagined. They show me that long distance relationships can work. Relationships can work. But a decision must be made by both parties who enter into the aforementioned relationship. Both people have to agree that the other person is worth it. In my opinion, that’s what it takes to make a relationship work in this day and age. You have to be willing to remember, even on the worst days, that you want this person. Remind yourself on a daily basis that you are so lucky to have them. Remember how much you wanted them, how you pined for them and hoped for a chance; but most importantly, remember why. You have to make a conscious effort to be in a relationship; give them your all. Don’t have someone on the side, don’t have someone you flirt with for fun, don’t give the person you’re in a relationship anything but all of you. That’s what they signed on for; not the scraps, not the leftovers, not the filth that comes crawling in after a night of drinking; they wanted all of you. If all of you is the aforementioned “filth”, I apologize; but give them nothing less than all of you. Too many people, in my opinion, rush into relationships, just to be in a relationship. They feel a desire to be a part of something bigger than themselves.
I, myself, and guilty of this. I wanted to be in a relationship; to have someone by my side at the end of the day, and to have someone who I could share every detail of my life with. But the problem was that it wasn’t the type of relationship I’ve described above.
Sometimes, people aren’t ready for everything. Sometimes, you don’t have enough of yourself to give in a relationship to make it work. I am guilty of both of these qualities. That’s why I’m still single: because I’m supposed to be. I refuse to give anything less than all of me to someone, that’s who I am. Even if I don’t receive all of you, I’ll give you everything.
And I realize now that the reason I am still completely single is because that’s how it should be. I don’t want a relationship that has me worrying about it when I fall asleep. I want the kind that makes me wish my dreams could be as good as I have it when I’m awake.
My advice to you, even if you’re not asking for it, is to wait until you’re ready to be in a relationship. Wait until you can handle giving everything. Wait until you have everything. Don’t give someone scraps. But be wary; don’t give everything if it isn’t time to. All that will leave you with is a shattered heart, a broken soul, a weak mind, and an incredibly long post on Tumblr about how relationships should be.

Make a Moment.

You know those moments when you get excited about someone?
Maybe you see them, and their face instantaneously puts a smile on yours. Their eyes draw you in, and you find comfort in the pools of color that seem to endlessly encompass the black circles in them. Their smile eases you; the mere fact that they’re happy makes you okay, because something must be going well. The sight of them as they approach you makes your heart race. They’re finally here.
Maybe you hear their voice, and it lets you know that they’re coming closer. The simple sound of their voice is enough to get your heart pounding through your chest. But only when you’re not with them; otherwise, it’s a symphony of violins. Not in that super cheesy way, where there is nothing more beautiful than the sound of their voice. I’m talking about that moment where you realize that the sound of their voice is your second favorite sound on the planet. Second only to the sound of their laugh, because hearing them happy makes you feel more complete. You could listen to them talk forever, but not just for the sound of their voice. You listen to every word they say, you remember every detail. You hear the emotion behind each sentence, each one drawing you to the edge of your seat. By the time you finally get around to speaking, it’s almost impossible not to smile because you’re just that happy.
Maybe you feel them. Their leg touches yours as you sit next to them, simply relaxing together. You love the fact that they’re comfortable enough to sit that close to you. Maybe they’re touching your head: the back, the front, the sides, the top. They run their hands through your hair as they playfully shake or massage your head. You smile as they move their fingers; perhaps you protest, claiming that they’re messing up your hair. Even if they are, and you’re genuinely frustrated, you can’t stay mad because a large part of you loved every minute.
Maybe their name came up, a casual topic of conversation. Someone said their name, and their face flashes in your mind. You instantly smile because you can’t help it. Thoughts of them come flying through your head: what you’ve done with them, what you want to do with them, and all the things that you’d do if they were there. Memories bombard you, but you’ve never been happier. You think of everything you’ve done together, remembering the most intricate details of every story. You’d trade all of the people you are with if it meant seeing them, even if it was just for the moment their name was mentioned.
Maybe you smell them. Perhaps their perfume, perhaps their natural scent. It’s on their clothes, their furniture, everything. You smell it in a jacket, or sprayed in a department store. You instantly think of every moment when you actually smelled them, and how it felt to be close enough to do so. The times when they smelt good come soaring to you, and all the excitement you felt in those moments builds to form the excitement you feel at that moment.
Maybe they just crossed your mind. You thought your mind was freely wandering, and then they showed up. And all you could do was allow every thought, every feeling, every moment of excitement to come back to you. You don’t fight it, even as your heart races. You simply dive into the ocean of your mind and close your eyes, allowing the very essence of their being to engulf you completely.
Your heart drops and jumps, races and slows, starts and stops. You can only focus on them, and everything that the two of you are.
Nothing can stop you in that moment. You simply empower yourself with the invincibility that they give you, simply by existing.
Yeah, you know those moments? Those moments where you get excited about someone?
I love those moments.

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