I remember quite vividly the moment I first met my husband. He entered from across the room. Tall, dark and handsome. I could feel the sparks fly from afar almost immediately. His eyes darted across the room and fell, not quite, but close to where I was standing. He was looking at a mutual friend who had invited him to our social event that night.
He walked over and as soon as he started speaking, my hopes came crumbling down. He spoke about himself excessively. His thoughts, I quickly perceived as immature. And maybe back then he was just a little too skinny for my voluptuous figure. Yes. I was shallow. He fell short of the man my dreams were made of. The broad, brooding dream man exuding a natural charm that lived in my dream world. The one who knew exactly what to say when, who had the charisma of George Clooney. We had fun that night but this guy, I would see him no more I figured.
My husband asked me out a couple of weeks later. He obtained my number in a very gentlemanly way and was persistent in asking me to head out for ice cream or for salsa dance lessons although I declined the first few times. His persistence was charming. He kept appearing at the right places at the right times. He was still far from the man in my dreams but he had the kind of grit and persistence that I dreamed about. So I gave in.
He was a romantic from the get go. He wrote me songs. Which he sang while strumming a guitar haphazardly. Showered me with flowers. He organized adventurous albeit low budget dates that we could both afford. He made me feel safe and tore my walls down. He quickly took the place of my dream man and became my very first boyfriend.
We embarked on a long distance relationship after uni. The circumstances were inevitable, read more about our long distance journey here . But out of it came the kinda love that I could only dream about. An amazingly strong partnership that inspired so many different choices in our lives.
The strength of our love for each other amazes me to this very day. How we have come so far despite our differences and regardless of the challenges. I married the first and only love of my life. I married the only man I felt I could unleash my truest and deepest self to without being judged for a minute. Today we celebrate our very first Valentines Day together as a married couple and look back at the night that brought a girl, with an idea of an ideal man and a man who was persistent enough to go after what he wanted, together.
I am blessed that I did not wait out for the man that lived in my dreams to come along because in it’s place I got the kinda love that my dreams are made of. And at the heart of it all, I got my actual dream man, not the one that I thought I needed.
Happy Valentines Day all!