Love is a Choice. PART II.

“Happily ever after is not a fairy tale. It’s a choice.”
-Fawn Weaver

We’ve always seemed to be connected in some kind of way. In the same place, around the same times. Our paths having every opportunity to cross, but didn’t. Not until he moved to FL and I met him that one spontaneous night at Peabody’s. I truly believe in divine timing. The universe has this way of placing people in your life for reasons beyond comprehension, and without warning.

I remember the exact date. December 20, 2014. The Christmas party at Jackson’s Bistro. It was a Saturday. We were both running late and scrambling to get to our destination. We get there and he seems right at home. You see, he is not the type to shy away from people. He loves meeting new people and engaging with them. While I on the other hand, shy away and try to hide in the midst of big crowds. He has a gift of making people feel as if they have known him forever. I must admit, at times, I envy this of him. It’s so effortless. But it is also one of the main reasons why I fell in love with him. We had a 3 course meal. The server provided us with wine. I ordered Moscato and he ordered Cabernet. I thought to myself, “how fancy.” Turns out he had not idea how bitter Cabernet can be. Lol. He struggled with each sip. We immersed ourselves in conversation as we ate our steak dinner, and split our desserts- creme brulee and tiramisu. After dinner, we proceeded to the club section to dance. He impressed me by automatically pulling me to dance Bachata…not because he was good lmao but because he had the confidence to do that, and that was attractive to me. He was attentive and genuinely interested in what I had to say, and that was attractive to me. He was a complete gentleman. And yep, THAT was attractive to me. After that night, I saw him in a new light. I wanted to get to know him more. Nothing felt wrong about it. It ALL felt right. So I held my breath and took a leap, blindly, without hesitation.

He hates water parks by the way lol

Our relationship accelerated from there. What turned from daily text messages and nightly calls, quickly turned into spontaneous visits and weekends spend barricaded in my apartment sprinkled with impromptu date nights. It was beautiful. I felt safe and guarded. Like he was going to take the upmost care of my heart. I never felt that before. I was used to being in a constant state of alarm in previous relationships, always anticipating the next heartbreak. But no, this was different. On New Year’s Eve, he told me that he loved me. By mid- January, we were in a committed relationship. By July, we were moving in together. It was an exciting time in my life. Many people doubted us. Many people said we were moving way too fast. But I genuinely felt like this will be the man I marry. And of course, I still feel this way. I am currently engaged, after all. But remember what I said about the dust settling and your feet returning back to the ground? I think this happened right around the time we moved in together. If you ever want to get to know someone, like REALLY get to know someone, flaws and all, cohabitation is the way. This is when I realized that he was not perfect, and neither was I. It became a daily choice to maneuver through the differences. The trials and tribulations. Our relationship is not perfect, but the love will always remain. Sometimes you question if the relationship has changed. If it has morphed into something unrecognizable. It’s a scary thought. One of the roughest years we endured together was 2017. Both of us banging our heads against the wall, scrambling to save our relationship that seemed to unravel right before our eyes…

To Be Continued.

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19 thoughts on “Love is a Choice. PART II.

    1. Sure is! With good, comes bad. Its constant. But everyone has a choice to work through it and compromise for the greater good of the relationship. Thanks for reading babe ๐Ÿ’œ


  1. Love this!โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ Lol Sid and I have something in common. I hate waterparks too.


  2. Every love story deserves to be heard. Each one is so unique and intriguing. I find beauty in the truth, when we are able to expose ourselves. We need a balance between synchronicities that make it meant to be and the inner work that has to be done to dissolve the ego within both the divine feminine and masculine within us. I cant wait for the developments in your story. I love that your blog allows me to see it from a readers pov.

    Love always, your awareness partner in crime.


    1. This was so beautiful written…Sashabel ๐Ÿ˜‰ people expect fairy tales, and its nice to have standards. But fairy tales create unrealistic expectations. I have fallen victim to that. And it took me a long time to realize although our love is not perfect, it is real and pure. Fate brought us together, but choice keeps us together ๐Ÿ’œ and we keep making the same choice over and over again ๐Ÿ˜ thank you for reading and taking the time to write this beautiful message ๐Ÿ˜˜


  3. Yes girl ! I felt this. Relationships are work. But if it worth it it will work out as long as both ppl are on board.
    Iโ€™ve learned the best type of ppl are the knew that challenge you and never give up on you. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ To you fiancรฉ.
    Em โค๏ธ


    1. So much work! You get to a point in your life that you realize that you both have growing to do and it does not mean you have to separate to do it. Adapt and grow together. Utilize consistency and active listening and most importantly, OWN UP TO YOUR SHIT. We have helped each other learn that and we’re still learning ๐Ÿ™ thank you for reading love ๐Ÿ’œ


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