The Man I Spend My Life with

From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was someone I could love. There was something about the way he would look at me with so much curiosity in his eyes. I knew there would be no boundaries to the things we could pursue. He was my everything and I would love this man forever.

I always imagined my life being a fairy tale. The princess falling in love with prince charming. Little did I know years ago that things like that only happened in movies. I soon grew up to realize that life is definitely not a fairy tale nor is it all glitter and gold. Nothing is ever fair and that's just a part of life we have to deal with. I never imagined my life being as hard as it has. I assumed that whoever I decided to fall in love with would be perfect in my eyes and everyone would love him. Boy was I wrong.

The first few times I thought I was in love was horrible. I was way too young to even know what love was. I thought I knew though, and there wasn't anything different that you could tell me. I dropped out of school and ran away from home when I was seventeen for someone I thought I loved. It's so funny now that I look back because he put me in so many situations where I could've gotten hurt. Needless to say, that relationship ended very fast.

A few months later I found myself thinking I was in love again. This time it was with a man of a different race, and I knew with my father this was forbidden. I was kicked out of my home with my parents and we were soon staying together. A few months later I found myself pregnant. My father almost disowned me. It hurt me so bad. People wanted me to have an abortion but there was no way I was giving up a part of me. Nine months later I had the most beautiful baby girl ever. Her father and I were off and on for a few years. He stayed mostly in jail and was becoming less and less a father. I soon realized I should have listened to the ones who told me to leave him alone. Eventually, the relationship ended pretty bad although it was hard to get the point across to my child's father.

Now here I am only 23 years old and very much mature for my age. My daughter is now 4 years old and she is the absolute love of my life. I've finally met the man of my dreams. To some he may not be the most handsome man in the world, but to me he is. He's everything I've ever dreamed or imagined of and even more. There isn't a thing in this world that he wouldn't do for me or my daughter and for that, I could never thank him en ought. Like I said in the beginning, I knew I could love him from the minute I laid eyes on him. And I haven't stopped since that day. I finally found my "prince charming" and I'm never letting him go.