They say the the more you love the harder you fall. I never gave this much thought as I've never been in love before. Now, I know it's much more than just a saying.
I always thought the first guy you fall in love with will be your soulmate. That we'll recognizer each other like two candles in the dark. We would have the perfect story. Fit for a best selling romance book like no other. It would have been a relationship that starts off the right way.
The love of my life would go to my father after meeting me and beg him for my hand in marriage. My father will say yes of course because he's a man with respect, good manners and puts religion first. My mother will be happy with my choice and my father will be proud. We would have this big wedding with all of my hundreds of family and his family. A big production that would make Cinderella's wedding look less like a fairy tale.
We'd live in a house that's big enough for the two of us and our seven children. We'll both have successful jobs. After two years of marriage we'll have our first child. We'll be amazing parents. Before the age of forty we'll have all 7 children. They'll grow up smart and respectful and take care of us until we die as happy grandparents.
Fifteen year old me - even eighteen year old me - didn't take into consideration reality. Things don't work out the way you want it to 9 times out of 10. You can't control every aspect of your life. No matter how detailed your plans are the almighty's plans are better and will prevail. Nineteen year old me didn't get this until it was too late. She planned and planned but still wouldn't learn. Until one day she fell so hard she feared she might not get up again.
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Short and Sweet
RomanceThis is a series of one-shots that was a production of my extreme boredom and procrastination. They were just sitting in my memo pad, so like most of the decisions I make, I randomly decided to share it with Wattpad. Give it a read, if you'd like...
