by Kenzy England

Created on: August 14, 2008

I didn't even like him when I met him. I made every excuse known to man as to why I wouldn't go out with him. At last, I agreed, and to my surprise, it was a really nice first date.

After dinner, we took a long drive in the country. He pointed out some points-of-interest and he made me laugh. I didn't think I would laugh like that again. We finally stopped on a deserted road, set on the hood of the car, and watched the night sky full of stars and the brightest moon. I was nervous, but eventually relaxed when I realized I had nothing to worry about. We watched for the longest time in silence. Words weren't important. I began wondering why I had been so against going out with him. Other than being older than I am, what valid reason did I have?

After our night out, we spent every waking moment together. He did things for me that he didn't have to do. He left cute little notes and flowers in my car. I hadn't felt so good about myself in years. He did these things because he loved me.

I admit that after two failed marriages, the last thing on my mind was falling in love again. I didn't want to put myself through the agony. Who does? I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I loved him as well. In the past, all love ever did for me was cause me pain; the kind of pain that leaves you spent at the end of every day. I knew deep within my heart that I loved this man. I couldn't deny it. One evening as we sat outside, I finally summed up the courage to tell him. Feeling like a teenager again, I just spit it out.

After a month of dating, he came to my house one night. Mutual friends of ours were there. They went into the house leaving us outside to talk. They knew what was about to happen, though I had no clue. He took my hands in his, looked me in the eyes, and asked me if I would marry him. I took a few moments to collect my thoughts. Tears welled up in my eyes as I gazed into his. At last, I answered, "Yes, I will marry you." Taking me in his big, strong arms, he held me for the longest time. I could have just melted into him at that moment.

We were married two months later in a small ceremony with only our best friends and my daughters' there to witness it.

We will celebrate our 10-year anniversary next month. He still makes my heart flutter, and he makes me laugh harder now than he did on our first date. You see, he's my soulmate and I love him with everything I am. I couldn't imagine life without him in it.

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