Ten months and going strong...
I could not have picked a better husband when I married my best friend and my soulmate ten months ago. When I first came to the U.S. in 1997, exactly three years into our relationship, friends told me I would soon forget about Clifford and that I will soon find someone new. I didn’t know what to expect then, but I let each day decide our fate. I guess we both did not expect it would end this way. Looking back, I should have taken bets and I would've won. We have endured the loneliness of a long distance relationship and we are now happily married to each other.
Growing up, I always had fond daydreams of how the love of my life would look like, and be like. In a way, I have always dreamt of someone perfect – someone whom women have a lot of trouble finding because they really don’t exist. Clifford’s my reality. He may not be the one I’ve dreamt of while I was growing up, but he certainly is the one I prayed for. I did not pray for someone perfect – I just prayed for someone I deserved – someone who will love me for who I am. I will forever be thankful because God heard my prayers.
The poem I composed which we incorporated in our invitation summed up everything about us:
Our paths have crossed,
Our lives have met,
Our destiny was chosen.
With God’s grace and guidance,
Forevermore we pray to share.
Sure, we’re still miles apart. I still get frustrated about our situation. I still cry at times because I wanted him beside me. But our love has endured the distance. It’s just a matter of time now and I know we’ll finally be together – never to part ways again. What matters most is that I am his’ and he is mine. What we have, nobody can take away.
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