It was a bright, sunny day when I first laid eyes on her. We were both just children, she was 11 and I was 8 seated next to each other in the same classroom. She was wearing a simple white shirt, tucked neatly into a blue skirt, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. I couldn't help but tease her, poke fun at her, and disrespect her in any way I could. But she never let it get to her. She was 3 years older than me, but she handled my childish antics with grace and patience.
As the years went by, I couldn't help but feel a growing admiration for her. She was smart, kind, and beautiful, with a laugh that could light up the darkest of rooms. But I was just a troublemaker, a lost cause. So, I kept my feelings to myself, content with just being her friend.
Eventually, we both moved on from that small classroom, and I didn't see her again for what felt like a lifetime. She had a boyfriend in school, and I supported her relationship, even if it hurt me to do so. But I knew that she deserved someone better, someone who could give her the love and attention she deserved.
Years went by, and I had all but given up on ever seeing her again. But fate had other plans. One day, I received a message from a mutual friend, inviting me to a party. And there she was, standing in the corner, looking more beautiful than ever. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and she was wearing a red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.
Our eyes met, and I felt a spark, a connection that I couldn't ignore. We spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, and reminiscing about old times. And when the party ended, I knew that I couldn't let her slip away again.
We started talking every day, our conversations ranging from mundane topics to deep, philosophical questions. I found myself falling for her harder than ever, and I couldn't help but express my feelings. To my surprise, she felt the same way.
But there was one problem: we lived in different cities, hundreds of miles apart. It wasn't going to be easy, but we were determined to make it work. We spent hours on the phone, talking about our dreams, our fears, and our hopes for the future. And when we couldn't be together, we sent each other letters, long, heartfelt messages that we could hold in our hands and read over and over again.
Four years passed, and our love only grew stronger. We visited each other as often as we could, making love in hotel rooms, parks, and anywhere else we could find privacy. Our connection was electric, a force that couldn't be contained.
And then, the moment came. We decided to get married, to spend the rest of our lives together. It wasn't going to be easy, but we were ready for whatever challenges came our way.
The wedding day arrived, and we stood in front of our friends and family, exchanging vows and promising to love and cherish each other forever.
