When I was 3, I first met a girl at playgroup (kindergarten if you’re American) but she moved away before primary school (elementary) and even though she moved back we attended different schools. I had a torrid time so changed schools in my 3rd year and low and behold we were in the same class.
By our 5th year I started to realise there was something about her I liked, I couldn’t explain what it was as being so young love isn’t something you might understand.
In 1993 I sent her a Valentines card but signed it as?, needless to say she was stunned with no idea it was me. I was way too shy to tell her so just admired her from a far. She was so cute, so smart & being the class clown she was always the one I wanted to impress & make laugh. Aged 13 we had incredibly been placed in the same class again at secondary school (high school) and now with a better grasp of relationships or at least a clearer one than I had aged 9 I started to consider perhaps acting on my feelings. I worked as a paper boy and saved up a couple of weeks wages to buy her flowers but never gave them to her as fear again shook me. No sooner had the new school year started I discovered she was leaving, moving away which broke my heart, that’s that then, I thought.
Life went on and I ended up in a relationship, becoming a father then getting married. Our paths crossed again briefly when meeting old school friends & she was stunning, she’d blossomed into a beautiful woman and turns out she’d actually quite fancied me but nothing came of it.
Roll on to my thirties & my marriage had hit its final dead end after over a decade & I decided it was time to call it. By now we had got in touch again on social media and despite me cutting myself off from the world of fake friends and so on, she kept me going. We would talk for ages and it became more apparent we had so much in common, she seemed to know me well as did I her. After a while we decided to meet and we just clicked. It was as if destiny had always intended us to be together but was waiting for the moment we needed each other the most. She’s had bad relationships and my break up was very, very hard but together we just pulled one another through the hardships. So, despite all the pain I’ve endured, all the hard moments I feel I’ve now earned the place, I’m now in with the girl I first fell for over 25 years ago.
I still have issues as does she, but together we get through it. I still feel emotional about not seeing my children every day, about my marriage break up and the damaged relationship between myself and my mother, but I’m in love with this woman and she is so good for me, we are just meant to be.
It’s a real fairytale.