STREET CONFESSION.
Being shielded.
Street Confessions. When I started experiencing the moon period, my mother told me that I should start to pray for my future husband. I remember laughing it off like a silly joke at the time because it didn’t make sense. On international women’s day when I had just turned seventeen, our head-teacher said the same thing! This time it made sense because I had just terminated a relationship. This relationship seemed to be unproductive and rather toxic. I made an earnest prayer in my heart. I wanted to fall for a guy who loved me for who I was.
After writing the national examinations the following year, we hit vacation with vigor like no man’s business! All my friends had boyfriends and I was the odd man out at the time though I had quite a lot of suitors. They just didn’t fit my view of a relationship because I wanted something solid which was going to last. So in the meantime, I shut myself out of the world of dating and relationships. A week later while surfing on the internet, I landed on a dating website; being a little curious. After signing up and subscribed to it, receiving so many message requests but one of them stood out.
Not everyone feels that special connection with someone the first time. I remember doubting if what I thought was right or I was becoming insane.
A friend of mine always told me that when dealing with matters of the heart, don’t leave your brain behind because the heart might be deceived.
It took me a fortnight to accept that special one.
We got along quite well and exchanged photos and videos sharing even the minute details of our lives. Six months down the road, he traveled to see me and I reciprocated the visit four months later.
Of course, he was the drop-dead gorgeous type that got women drooling at him with hawk-like- eyes.
The possessive instinct kicked in that time and for the first time. I made it clear to the girls that he was off-limit.
I recall him teasing me that I was jealous and how I had coyly denied it saying that I just didn’t like the gazes. They gave him as though they were going to eat him whole.
Deep down, I didn’t want to share him with anyone! I am passionate about something I love, or rather someone.
I am not a fighter. I can also fight for what I love. Later he told me that I was the one who had stolen his thoughts so there was no way. He was going to think about those women.
Introduced me to his friends and family
That cocky grin he had as he told me there was nothing to be jealous about made me blush like an idiot. He introduced me to his friends and family and those closest to his heart. Being the introvert I am, I had very few friends whom he got to meet. For four years, we dated and he even asked me to be his girlfriend which I gladly accepted on condition we kept a strictly sexually pure relationship. It’s not like I didn’t want to make love to him.
I didn’t want him to leave after tasting my goodies. As my twenty-third birthday approached, I flew to England as we had planned to have a vacation together and spend more quality time to get to know each other on an intimate level. He was and always will be the sweetest man I had ever met. Jayme wasn’t like the other guys I had dated; he looked out for me first before himself, he loved God and above all he respected me.
Traveling together
We traveled places together, held hands, and cuddled, hugged, and squeezed each other. I am grateful that he understood me perfectly and sometimes he would complete my sentences with the same words I was going to use!
That vacation was one of a kind because on the 6th of August; in the last week together, we headed out to have dinner. The sunny evening suddenly became windy as we dined out. Jayme wanted to buy me ice across the street and I volunteered to cross the road. There was no vehicle moving so we took the chance. As we reached the center of the road, a convertible flew from nowhere heading towards me, I got to know this later after recovering from the trauma. In one swing, I was pushed into a hard chest and the grip around me tightened.
That was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for me. We didn’t get run over because thank God the brakes of the car functioned timely.
The hard facts I had been avoiding hit me harshly that night as I nursed his bruises. I had been shielded by someone who considered my life before their own.
Confessing
It pained me that I was earlier going to lose the man. I had so madly and hopelessly fallen for without even confessing my feelings for him. Behind the iceberg in my heart lay a homeless woman who was in love. He was the man I wanted to spend the rest of forever with though I had denied that a hundred times every time he had told me he loved me.
I guess the saying that you never know what you have until you’ve lost it is true. Thank God that I didn’t lose him that day.
Five years happily married to the man I could die for; I look back and remember the shy kisses, walking down the aisle, and all the promises we made to each other.
He was the better half I searching for and I found him. That earnest prayer I made that day paved way for me to find true happiness again. You may not find love on a dating website like I did but you will find it around the corner when you’re almost giving up. Be a little patient and let a little divine power intervene. You will be surprised when your future husband comes knocking at your door.
