Many years ago in a far away land a young princess and prince fell deeply in love...... Ok so that's not exactly how this story starts out. Here’s the real story.
I’m from a small town, less than 2,000 people small, and everyone knows everyone and you can’t do anything without the whole school knowing in a matter of hours. Anyways, I moved here the summer before freshman year of high school (thanks mom and step dad for that one). I just knew my life was over, and I truly did think my life was over! I mean who wouldn’t? Anyways fast forward to being in school, and things actually weren’t that bad (so maybe I was being dramatic about my life being over), and I eventually had a boyfriend, my FIRST boyfriend. I thought this boyfriend was the bees knees if you know what I mean. I was 14, and IN LOVE, with my first boyfriend ever. We dated for about 2 1/2 years I think and although I still did care for him, I began to develop a crush on my best guy friend, but I kept those feelings to myself because I had a boyfriend and what kind of women would I be if I broke up with my boyfriend and professed my love to another man?!!!! (Again I was always very dramatic). I was known as a “goody goody Christian girl” (as if that’s actually a bad thing?!!!) and I had absolutely NO intentions of having sex, but as it seems, my boyfriend had different views on sex! “We are dating, and we are in love, why would we not have sex?” He would ask me on a fairly regular basis. I was naive and young, and just thought I’ll keep saying no, and eventually he will stop asking. (Ladies you should not have to keep having this same conversation or defend your resasoning for saying no, no means no). So, after many “no I’m not ready” and flat out “NO”, and a “physical altercation” (I’m not going into detail, sorry). I decided to leave this boyfriend whom I loved, and I thought loved me. This was hard! It was my first heart break, but also my first time standing up for myself as a women, and standing true to my morals.
Now, sure enough my best guy friend who you might remember as my crush, was there to rescue me. I called him, and told him all about what happened and he rushes over to my aide and comforted me and let me vent. Later that night, he left and I desperately wanted to kiss him but i sent him on his way. (FOOLISH). So I texted him, told him I wanted to kiss him, he said say the word and I’ll come back, all I replied was “turn around”.
He came back, we kissed, long, and hard and I felt all the pieces of my puzzle come together. This felt like home. This felt right. Here I am, now 15, and I already feel like I love this man! So we decided to hang out more, get to know each other on a “dating level” I guess???
Days before my 16th birthday he asks my mom for permission to take my on a date (my first real car date how cool am I?!), isn’t he a gentleman? On May 14, 2011, he picked me up, we went to dinner, I ate ribs which absolutely infuriated my mother because what kind of a lady eats ribs on a first date?! (They sounded to good to pass up ok?). I had a curfew, so we decided to go to his house, and park his truck and look at the stars, something I expressed to him that I loved. After a while we had another amazing kiss, and he pulled back, and asked me, “will you be my girlfriend?”. EEKKKK!!! Yes yes yes.
Now the date is August 27, 2018, I’m 23 years old, and we have been engaged for about 3 weeks. I’m writing this from the comfort of our home, while our 2 dogs snuggle against me, and I wait on him to get home from work. This man is the man of my dreams. My prince. My knight in shining armor. My best friend. And my future husband.
