Over the years, I have come to realize more than ever that life changes. The plans, goals and hopes for your future may come to an abrupt hault at any given moment. It is in those life altering moments that we find ourselves, and in some cases, our very own love story.
Back in the day, I was that girl. You know-valedictorian, the high school's "Most Humanitarian", never see me without a smile on my face, every guy's "little sister"-that girl. But in time something changed. The innocence that I held so dear was crushed when something, or rather someone, came into my life.
The loss of your first love stings, bad. And, believe it or not, the loss of each one following hurts just as much. Time and time again, I found myself searching, hoping, praying for my prince to find his way into my life. Each time I gave everything I had to offer, fully committed. So much so, that I was four months away from walking down the alter to the man i believed to be "the one". However, somehow God provided me with a way out (sometimes against my will, accompanied by a lot of tears) protecting my heart until my real Fairytale could be written.
I remember when I was a little girl, I dreamt of the day that my prince charming would show up in my life and sweep me away from my village and into his own castle. Over time, I realized how sad I would be if I had to leave the kingdom I had come to love. Thus, God gave me the amazing gift of hometown love. On January 24, 2009 something magical happened. Twenty-two years of living within miles of one another, my prince finally took the right turn and so did I.
After weeks of a very persistent (and very handsome) boy asking to take me out, I let him. Reluctant at first, I slowly began to open my heart. Within months this boy that I had known my entire life unfolded into the man I love, and when he looked me in the eyes and said the same three words I had heard so many times before, I believed him.
