It was 4 years and 5 months ago…
I finally gave in to my feelings, dismissed my worries, and let go and decided to live freely for a change.
I accepted that it was possible that someone could actually love me more than I liked him.
I realised that being in a special relationship with someone was possible without the angst, the fights, the emotional upheaval.
I found out the hard way that letting go and moving on is so much harder than one imagines it is.
I decided to take a chance, and run.
I met a boy who was so happy with everything that came his way. Uncompromising happiness.
I was reminded again and again by him, that life was too short to be anything but happy.
I rekindled that funny feeling you get in your tummy when you’re about to fall in love.
I got many many bunches of yellow flowers, because he paid attention when I said I liked yellow flowers.
I told myself that if something felt so right and made me so happy, I couldnt possibly be doing the wrong thing.
And that’s how the husband and I went from being friends to more than that.
It was 4 years and 5 months ago, when I met the man who I had no idea would someday be my husband.