My crazy impractical love story

I met him via Facebook.

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We had mutual friends. I saw a comment he left on a picture and “stalked” his page for an hour or so before I sent him a quick message. That spontaneous message turned into countless lengthy messages -> real-time conversations on AIM -> talks on the phone until the wee hours-> booking a flight and heading to the Caribbean to meet him.

That is how I met my husband. All in a matter of 4 months. πŸ™‚

I know. Our love wasn’t traditional. It wasn’t practical. It was instinctual. It was a risk. It was a crazy move.

95% of my friends thought I was out of my mind. I didn’t tell them about my plans until I had already booked my flight because I knew what they would say. Hey, if my good friend told me that she was booking a flight to see a random stranger, I would say she was crazy too! But after talking of marriage less than year into the relationship and a proposal a year later, they all asked, “How did you know?!”

I know its’ cliche but I just knew. I was never more sure of anything. I knew in my heart of hearts that this was it. Everything clicked. Everything seemed to finally make sense. I felt like I was coming home even though I had to travel 3,000 miles to be with him.

And now with over 3 years under our belt, marriage andΒ  a baby on the way, I never knew a relationship in my personal experience to be so easy. Who would have thunk? That small decision changed my life. I took that risk. I took that leap. I took the less traveled road.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and Iβ€”
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Who knows what the next year or the next 30 years will bring but –Β  you know what? All I can have is faith. I have faith in God, my husband, myself and the wholesome life we lead. We will be okay. Game faces on!

You know it’s meant to be when nothing feels like a sacrifice. It’s just the way it is. πŸ™‚

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3 thoughts on “My crazy impractical love story

  1. Pingback: I SIT AND I WONDER | hastywords

  2. “I just knew. Eveything clicked.”, she said.
    That happened to me too, I said πŸ™‚

    Excepting the Facebook thingy as my husband doesn t have one :p
    And also he was the one to trave… Let me check how many miles hehe!

    …woaw, around 5600 miles. That’s something πŸ˜‰

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