But my aunt had complained that I was getting too fat because I now had more money to spend on food. She encouraged me to register at a gym in order to reduce weight, which I did.
It was on my first day at the gym that I spotted the sexy, muscular man whom I would later marry. I initiated it because we made lot of eye contact and smiled at each other and it was really fun.
He sent me a friend request on Facebook. And later on he called me and we talked until midnight. He was like, oh we should do something like have a serious relationship leading to marriage and I agreed and we began to send text messages to each other everyday and see at the gym and other places.
I would go to the gym twice or three times a week just to see Patrick. He took me out on many occasions and we even went to the movies and it was fun and the experience made me begin to believe in love.
Romantic love is the most important of all kinds of love. It is the most interesting, the one that fills us up and launches us into the heights of our art or lack thereof. Even when we think we are talking about something else, perhaps another type of love, we are still talking about romantic love.
We always seek (romantic) love. When we enter the right age, we carry our inner mission to seek it in our classrooms, neighborhoods, offices, churches, and everywhere else. We need it. We’re always sniffing and digging for it like dogs and rabbits because it’s simply natural to do so.
However, the fact is that having the will is not enough to get love. You must be an agreeable person to get another person to love you. Love is generally a celebration of life and happiness.
I believe strongly that if you really want love in your life, you must do your part to get love. “Working for it” is not actually the same as “doing something about it.” Some people are luckier than others. They lift a finger and love comes pouring down from the sky like heavy rain on them. Other people can grow a farm full of red roses and love wouldn’t come to them.
For this reason, I am eternally grateful to God for bringing love into my life just when I needed it most. I can’t count all what I did for love because I know that I did many things, including stupid things, just to get men (or a man) to love me. Every woman (and man too) does that, even though some try to deny it.
During our period of courtship, I sent my man a lot of romantic text messages. I love romantic text messages and I just can’t do without them, especially when I’m in love. Here are some of the text messages I sent to Patrick my love.
“Before I met you, I didn’t know what it was like
to look at someone and smile for no reason at all”
“Sometimes words cannot explain the feeling,
but still I can find the love in your eyes.”
“I am not the best, but I promise
I will love you with all my heart.”
“My love for you is a journey,
Starting at forever and ending at never.”
“If you’re mine you’re mine, I don’t like sharing.”
Love always defies our expectations in that it is never how we imagine it to be. Love at its most basic level is sexual. There must be a semblance of physical attraction to support the love.
Sexual attraction is a stepping stone for one to reach the more advanced levels of the emotion. Therefore, I’m not ashamed that even as I loved Patrick, I felt a high level of sexual attraction towards him.
People who have always had love or are more experienced in it can handle it more gently. They’re like regular drinkers of alcohol who know which bottles to touch and not to touch. They know how many glasses before they become immobile.
But me, I was kind of crazy about my man because I hadn’t really had love in my life. All I needed when I met Patrick was love and peace of mind in my life.
Patrick too was so crazy about me that he wanted to see me everyday, both on week days and on weekends.
One Friday, we had a little argument and he was like, I don’t care about you anymore. Later, he changed his mind and said, “I want to see you, and I’m coming to get you.”
Then on Saturday, he came to my place again and took me out for swimming. We had lots of fun and he was really close to me, and we kissed. Then he took me to his place and we made love.
After that night, I didn’t know what would happen since he didn’t text me the day after. We just talked for about 10 minutes that night. And I wasn’t sure if he still wanted me.
But the following day he came to my place and apologized, claiming that his boss had given him too much stress the previous day. That was why he had not been able to come and see me.
Patrick was always honest to me right from the start of our relationship. He proposed to me one evening while we were having sex in the shower.
After I said yes, he took me out for dinner and then we got ice cream and sat in his car talking. It was so romantic.
Before I met Patrick, a couple of men had broken my heart. Some friends had tried to make me think that all men are the same and that they are callous heartbreakers.
But after meeting Patrick, I had to confront my fears and overcome my doubts because he really seemed to love me with his body and soul. I knew that there was no way he could be faking such a feeling. I can now see that indeed, all men are not the same.
It gladdens my heart now to see that our love has grown into something that is the envy of all.
Patrick made me believe in love again and I thank God everyday for making it possible for me to meet such a nice man who respects women.
We have so much fun together and still look forward to many happy years together. We have a wonderful family of two boys and our lovely baby daughter.
True love and happiness with the one you love is really the recipe for a happy marriage.
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