How I found my seventh grade love in my 20's

 

   

Ever since I was a child, I've been a hopeless romantic. I love,love. I love,love stories. The scent of roses. Birds waiting faithfully for its mate and how a man's eyes could convey a thousand unspoken words of love for a woman. I have always been in love with love itself. But more than that, I am in love with our love. I love our love.

I remember being in seventh grade,In the school hall, where lovers would shyly exchange glance and there I often found myself lost in reverie, zoning out and imagining how if I had a man?

How if I had a man, he would be someone who understands the language of my heart without me uttering a word. He'd be the kind who knows when I need a hug or a quiet moment together, just because he can feel it in the air. He'd be my rock, steady and reassuring when the world feels shaky.

How if I had a boyfriend, we'd dream big and chase after those dreams hand in hand. He'd be my partner in adventure, ready to explore the world with me but also content to sit under the stars, marveling at the universe and our place in it. And when life throws challenges our way, he'd be my anchor, reminding me that together, we can weather any storm.

How if I had a boyfriend he'd be my best friend, my confidant, my cheerleader. Someone who sees the beauty in my flaws. If I had a man, he would be all this and more.

Not just any boy, but a man who would be patient with me. Who would adore me as if I were an angel descended from heaven, and who would see a future with me.

A future where, we will be laughing together under the stars, sharing secrets and dreams that only we understand. We'd have spontaneous picnics in sunlit parks, where we'd lie on a blanket and talk about everything and nothing at all. Slow dancing in the kitchen to our favorite songs, the smell of something delicious simmering on the stove filling the air. We'd go on road trips with no destination in mind, windows down, music loud, and endless conversations that stretch into the night. And on quieter days, we'd simply be together, reading side by side or cuddling on the couch, finding comfort in each other's presence.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into years, yet the man I dreamt of remained elusive, a figment of my hopeful imagination. I watched friends find their loves, their laughter echoing in the corridors, while I searched for a connection that never existed. Each passing day brought a mix of hope and disappointment, wondering if he was out there, somewhere beyond the familiar walls of school. Yet, despite the disappointment, I held onto the belief that someday our paths would converge, and I would find the partner who would make my heart sing with the same fervor as my dreams.

Years passed, but my seventh-grade dreams still remained. They were tucked away in the corners of my heart, always present, always hopeful. The reality of those days was a mosaic of fleeting crushes and whispered secrets, but in my dreams, I held onto the vision of my perfect love. 

7 years later, I found myself blushing over texts, giggling over the compliments and loving life again.Is this really happening? I wondered, my heart pounding in my chest. Could this be the man I’ve been waiting for all these years? found myself unexpectedly embraced by a love that mirrored the dreams of my seventh-grade self. I found him, I found him,I found him. I have been living in a fairytale ever since. Life now feels like  page torn from my youthful fantasies. In his eyes, I see myself being loved the way my 7th grade old once craved for. With him, I am rediscovering the innocence of first crushes. It is as if destiny had gently guided us together, writing a story of love that surpassed my wildest childhood dreams.

Our story, our love, feels like a dream made real, an answer to the power of hope and the magic of destiny. We had found each other in the most unexpected way, proving that sometimes, the dreams we nurture in our hearts have a way of finding us, though it may take years.

As I lay in my bed , watching the stars from my window, I realize I am living the love story I had always dreamed of. And I couldn't be more happier. Now that I have you I have everything I had once dreamt of.

Endless Questions, Timeless Answers;
How did i find  you after all these years?
Was it destiny, or did we carve this path with our dreams?
Can love truly transcend time, waiting quietly in the corners of our hearts until it’s ready to be revealed?

To all the hopeless romantics out there, feeling the weight of dashed hopes and fading faith in love, hold on tight. Trust the game of time, because let me tell you, fairytales are not just bedtime stories. They are whispered promises in the wind, waiting patiently for the right moment to unfold. So keep believing in the magic of love. Cause babiessssss, FAIRYTALE DOES EXIST.!!