Part 2: If You’re Meant to Be With Someone, It Will Find Its Way No Matter How Hard You Avoid

I’m writing this while my baby is sleeping beside me. The house is finally quiet for a little while, and somehow, it gave me glitter.

And yes, we got married.

Married to the man who gave me butterflies the very first time I saw him.

It still feels funny to me sometimes because if you knew us back then, you probably wouldn’t expect us to end up together. We were so different.

He was adventurous. Fearless. Always chasing experiences. And me?

I was the type to overthink everything. The type to disappear when feelings started becoming real.

But somehow, life kept pulling us back towards each other.

Looking back now, I think one of the reasons I kept avoiding him was because I knew he was different. There was something about him that felt too sincere, too genuine, and maybe that scared me a little. Because when you meet someone who feels safe, suddenly love becomes real. And real things are scary sometimes.

But I still remember how patient he was with me.

Even after years of being ignored, he still came back asking how I was. No anger. No forcing. Just quiet consistency. And honestly, I think that was one of the first green flags I failed to notice.

Now years later, we’re here.

Married. Parents. Living far away from home. Learning life together one phase at a time.

Sometimes I look at him playing with our daughter, or cleaning the kitchen after I cook, or simply sitting beside us after a long day at work… and I still get little butterflies.

Not the loud kind anymore.

Just soft glittery ones.

To be continued.

d.g✨

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