The immense happiness of being in love and in a committed relationship with someone was an entirely new experience for me. It felt like I was floating on a cloud, blissfully unaware of the world around me. What made it even more special was the fact that she reciprocated my feelings and loved me endlessly.
Out of all the dates she had been on, with numerous suitors vying for her attention, nobody had managed to capture her interest enough for a committed relationship. Despite my imperfections and flaws, she chose me. It was a feeling that I couldn't quite comprehend, for there were others who, in many ways, seemed better suited for her. Yet, she chose me above all of them.
In moments of insecurity, I would often ask her, "What if you find someone better than me?" Fear and doubt would grip me, but her response was always the same. She would look into my eyes, a genuine smile playing on her lips, and say, "I found you. You're the only one for me." Hearing those words, I couldn't help but feel a surge of love and confidence coursing through my veins. She had a way of reassuring me, making me believe that our connection was something truly special.
There were occasions when I would tease her, asking what she would do if a hot guy ever tried to flirt with her. Her response was always laced with a hint of playfulness. "I would kick his ass," she would say, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Her unwavering loyalty and protective nature never failed to make me laugh out loud. She knew exactly what I needed to hear, and her words were a constant reminder of the bond we shared.
As days flew by, she found herself immersed in the final year of her exams. The pressure was immense, and time became a precious commodity. Yet, even in the midst of her academic commitments, she always made sure to make time for me. It was during the late hours of the night that we would connect through video calls, her tired eyes still filled with a warmth that could melt my heart.
I cherished the moments when she would unintentionally drift off to sleep during our video calls. Her face would transform into a portrait of serenity, her breathing steady and calm. It was as if I had front-row seats to witness her sleeping beauty, and in those moments, I couldn't help but be filled with adoration for the innocence that radiated from her.
Time passed swiftly, and before we knew it, we were celebrating our second month anniversary of being together. It was a moment of reflection, a chance to acknowledge the growth our relationship had experienced. Time had flown by, but our connection had only deepened with each passing day. We had weathered storms, celebrated triumphs, and held each other through it all. Our love had grown stronger, and there was an unspoken assurance that we were in this together, no matter what.
As we toasted to the months gone by, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the love she had given me, for choosing me over others, and for the countless moments we had shared. Our journey was just beginning, and I knew deep within my heart that this love, this extraordinary love, was one that would stand the test of time.
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My Soulmate ( A real-life love story)
RomanceI thought I didn't deserve to be loved. Growing up, my parents were never expressive about their emotions, and the absence of affection left a void within me. The idea of experiencing a romantic love with someone who was meant for me became a desire...
