Love : Real and Possible!

I was a typical 16 years old then dreaming for a prince to kiss me and wake me up from a deep sleep, dreaming of a knight in a shinning armour ready to protect me from anyone, a man whom we could say “nearly perfect”.

I met him one afternoon in one of the malls in the city. I was dressed trying to look beautiful in the eyes of everyone while he was wearing a rugged shirt.

In the first look, no one could say he’s a student of a reputable university. From his looks, he seemed to be a criminal. I was afraid, yet nearly laughing. The man I was meeting was the last man I would imagine meeting. But to show respect and kindness, I stayed for an hour conversing and just talking on nothing.

Then love moved me after 2 months of dating. He’s the best man I’ve ever met. His compassion won me. His heart and love filled me. It was a relationship of pure and decent love.

Yet, our way was full of turns and pain. Everyone would judged him, scold me, asked me to break up. We fought and still fighting. Seeing him with me for the past four years fills my heart with joy.

December 2, 2007 was the date. The date I will treasure forever.