We were on a youth outing when we met. He liked my friend and I liked his. We didn't think twice about each other, I was just a girl and he was just a boy. He had big "afro" hair and wore very loose clothing, he was also very skinny and fragile looking. I wore tight jeans and revealing t-shirts, I was also very skinny and fragile. We shared a ride home that night and although we wanted to ask each other about possibly dating each others friends, we decided to talk about our current education level and career goals. It wasn't love at first sight or anything magical but it was the beginning of something.
Our first conversation led to shared numbers and late night calls. We could talk for hours, nothing was left unsaid. Although we didn't dance in the same dance team, we looked forward to dance practice because we knew we would get the chance to see each other again; Those days felt amazing. When we finally decided dating it was as if everyone had wanted it way before we did. I guess we looked like a perfect couple in everyone else's eyes, but we definitely felt ordinary. Just like every couple we started hanging out more often. We would continue our late night talks and only hung up the phone when our parents would tell us to. We had to follow our parents rules so we only hung out on the weekends and we even had a curfew. No sleep overs and no movie dates; we weren't allowed to sit too close at church and we couldn't kiss in front of people. It was definitely a different time and sometimes I wish I could back to those days.
As the years passed we got asked about marriage a lot. Many of the older ladies from church would approach me and ask when it was going to happen, but I don't remember anyone asking him about marrying me. Why is that? Why do women pressure other women about marriage? Anyways, when we decided to get married it was also not a surprise to anyone. We were now more perfect than ever, the perfect couple is having their perfect wedding and eventually they will have perfect children. We felt perfect and all our friends applaud our decision so we thought we were doing the right thing. We got married January 16th, 2010, it was the happiest day of my life. I wore the dress I wanted, I carried the bouquet I had dreamed of, I said the words I've always wanted to say, I danced the music I wanted, I ate as much food as I wanted, I shared the day with my family and friends and I was happy. This was my happily ever after and the end.
If you've read my precious blogs, you already know how this ended; yes it actually didn't end like a fairy tell, shocker I know! I will end this blog here because I want to leave you with the sweet memories of my bitter moment and I also want to leave you with this:
In life we will have great moments and we will have terrible moments. It happens to all of us. Life continues when you decide to hold on to the good memories that existed before the moment became bitter. You will flourish, you will thrive, you will smile and you will be happy again only if you make the decision of moving forth and not let one bitter moment turn your heart cold for the rest of your life.
Dear Future Husband, what is your happiest bitter moment in life?