I knew when I saw him he was what I wanted. And I said it when I saw him, “that’s gonna be my husband one day.”
Perhaps I didn’t know I was sealing my fate by speaking those words. I was only 17 years old, a senior in high school, just excited to see such a handsome face.
Little did I know I had to wait 14 years for that day, but it didn’t come with a proposal, or a ring, just our vows written on paper. We had two witnesses, his friend & mine & and a minister under the gazebo on a misty, rainy day.
Ironically, I waited 14 years to marry him and our marriage lasted 14 years, until he departed me through death.
Goodbye my love, my one true love. I hope you are in eternal peace.
But I reminisce to say that I may never get to experience the marriage proposal but it’s ok, I guess. I loved him anyway.