Isabella came into my life when I was fifteen.
Her brother was a hockey player and he had a game that day so she was at the rink when I walked off.
She was staring at me, amazed, so I smiled back. Then I walked off to change into my normal clothes, not knowing the chance I had missed.She appeared at the rink every day after that, even when there were no hockey games. She would watch me skate and then we would exchange small smiles before I went home.
I didn't talk to her until after two months. She was waiting at the door when I went into the rink so I decided to say hello.
I don't know why I was so captivated by her, but wow. I was in love.
Every day after I finished practising following that, I would sit in the pews and watch the hockey games with her. We got to know each other bit by bit each time we saw each other. We just clicked really well.
Eventually I fell for her and she for me. The first date we went on was to the rink. We skated together. I know it sounds cliche but I had never felt like this before.
A lot of people ask me very sexual questions about our relationship and I just need to say:
No.
We do not do that.
We are unwed and in the eyes of the lord we cannot sin.
As a devout Catholic I could never do that.
But we did get engaged recently, right in front of my family. It was a great time. We're already planning our wedding but we aren't going through with it for a while. Even though I know she's the one, were still young and have to get our lives together first. I've got so many competitions to win and she's gotta finish university. When we get married I'm gonna go on to compete and win every medal before I retire. We'll travel the world together, we'll have an army's worth of kids, and we'll adopt a cute black lab puppy. I'll sell merch under my own label and she'll become the first female prime minister who lasts more than a year.
Everything will be okay as long as she's by my side.
I know it.This story just won't reach 500 words a chapter with just rant-style formatting so some of them are gonna be short. Also I'm running low on ideas so feel free to spit.
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King on Ice: The Jean Jaques Leroy Story
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