Love at first sig

He asked me to be his girlfriend. I looked in Don's eyes and before I could reply, he kissed me. That felt so magical. I felt so special, so loved. This was so magical. I felt warm beneath his] breast. He was touching me and breathing so heavily next to me. I would breathe next to him forever. Ooh how I loved him. Week after week , month after month we made love. This always felt so new, so fresh, so deep and so true. Oh my, I was really in love with this man and if I compared all my previous escapades, he was the love of my life, my true love, my dream, my everything. I felt he felt the same way for me because I could sense how I would make him feel being next to me. 

It was one time in February when I got an offer of a job to the western part of the country. The offer was really tempting. I had to choose between love and career. Since he was only boyfriend, I accepted the job. That was the beginning of pain of love. He also left the country to a nearby one  for greener pastures. At first it was easy because we kept in touch. But later on, our  communication dropped. I discovered I was 3 months pregnant for him. When I texted him, he never seemed excited. It broke my heart that I cried for days , weeks with no one to comfort me. I felt so lonely yet I was far away in a foreign land. I felt depressed , regretted yet at the same time I was in love. Unfortunately like an answer to a prayer I got a miscarriage. Well, it kind of relieved me cos I felt pregnancy had made him hate me somehow.  I hated him back and didn't want anything to do with him. 2 years down the road, I hated him so much. Never could I ever imagined things would end up like that  . I imagined the promises we made to each other. Every night tears could be soaked in my pillow. I felt worthless, angry and useless. How could he do that to me. I promised myself I would be so mean, I would never love with my heart. Well, one time many months later, I enrolled for a degree weekend program. So I got how to spend my weekends.

I would work through the week and later go for class on weekends. Well, never got again time for socialising. I was always bussy. One day , I receive an international call on my phone. Saying hello, it was this son of Adam, we talked and I saved his number. I felt better, he said he missed me, he was sorry and wanted to make up all the time wasted. Well I had never stopped believing in God. I began praying that he was the man I wanted to be the father of my children because sincerely I still loved and missed him so much. God is faithful, months later we got in touch, we arranged a meeting and had a date. It was for the weekend. It all went well and so we stayed in touch but out of sight and another year later on  we meet again. jobs, distance wanted so much to separate us but the love we had for each other was greater.