Today's post is part of the Absolute Write February Blog Chain. This month's propmt is to write about second chances and can be fiction or non-fiction. Once again, I am writing a non-fiction piece. And it's not too mushy, I don't think. If it is, it's February; Valentine's Day was just the other day. That means I should be allowed.
January 10th, 1998. That was the day my naive, fifteen-year-old heart fell in love with Adam. (name changed for privacy) Though we had talked on the phone a few times and hung out at a basketball game, it was on January 10th that Adam asked me to be his girlfriend. I was so excited and was instantly smitten. My perception of him was that he was a good, Christian, church-going boy. He was cute. He loved me. Nothing else mattered. But my dad didn't trust him. And when Adam gave me a promise ring for Valentine's Day just over a month later, my dad was less than thrilled. But I was in love. Adam and I often talked of our future together. We'd graduate high school, go to college, and not be officially engaged until I was at least nineteen. We referred to my promise ring as a pre-engagement ring, and Adam said he'd get me another ring later. I have to admit, I was head over heels for this guy. "All My Life" by K-Ci & JoJo was one of our songs. We each had the CD, and we would listen to them while talking on the phone. Yes, I mean them. I'd put mine in my CD player, he'd put his in, and we'd hit play at the same time so the songs were synchronized. Though we got along great, our families were less enthusiastic. As I said, my dad didn't trust him. And his family wasn't fond of me, either, though I never knew why. The months flew by until summer came. My parents were divorced, and I always spent six weeks of my vacation with my mom. Adam was fine with me leaving, but I decided to go for only four instead of six. I just couldn't be away from him that long! And then he blindsided me. One week into my vacation, I felt like something was wrong. Two weeks in, I couldn't get a hold of him. Then he finally called me on July 6th. My absence made him realize he didn't love me anymore. I bawled. And bawled. And bawled some more. And when I came home two weeks after that, he had a new girlfriend and took the ring back. Our break-up set into a motion a string of events which I won't list here because it would take too long. Suffice it to say, by March of my senior year in high school, I thought I would never find anyone to love me. And that might sound pathetic, but give a girl a break!
My second chance came on March 18th of 2000. That's when I met Nate. We hung out with some friends that night. He officially asked me to be his girlfriend the following evening. One month in, he told me he loved me. But I'd been burned before. I told him he hadn't known me long enough to tell me that. But when he said it again after another month had gone by, I was able to say the same to him. He proposed on September 3rd (his birthday!), and we got married just over a year later on September 19, 2001. We've been together for almost twelve years, married for a decade! And unlike my relationship with Adam, this love is real.
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