Part 1: If You’re Meant to Be With Someone, It Will Find Its Way No Matter How Hard You Avoid

I met my husband through a friend of a friend.

The first time I saw him, I felt a little butterfly in my stomach, but I brushed it off because I didn’t think it would work out. We had very different interests.

He was the first person I knew who was very adventurous. He hikes, skates, dives, snowboards… basically, he would try everything he could.

Meanwhile, I was the complete opposite. Very subtle, not really adventurous. I only liked hiking.

I tend to avoid things that might hurt me because I still carry little traumas from random things in life. I even have a fear of roosters because I got attacked by one when I was younger 😭 and the funny thing is...my husband’s Chinese zodiac is a rooster. HAHA.

At first, we were really just friends. Hiking buddies. But slowly, my feelings towards him started to grow. And then one day…I disappeared.

Yup. Just like that, I disappeared.

He did try to contact me, but I ignored him for years. But somehow, he kept coming back. He kept asking how I was.

And yes, he did tell me he had feelings for me too.

But I still ignored him.

I honestly don’t know why. Maybe I have this habit of disappearing whenever things start to feel real. Maybe I was trying to avoid my feelings. Maybe I was scared.

For context… I’m an Aquarius. HAHA.

But then one day, I decided to give it a try.

Why?

Honestly… I don’t know.

But I remember praying quietly to myself,

“If he is the one, let this relationship end in marriage.”

And somehow… it did.

To be continued.

d.g✨

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