It'a an early Friday morning. Rain falling hard. The sight of water dripping at every corner that the liquid deems worthy of being dripped from. Upon opening the blue and white of the famous social media of our generation, I suddenly had a light urge to click on the profile of the woman I'm dearly in love with. The pictures caught my eye, so I took a few seconds to grab a chair and... perhaps  the right term would be reminisce or linger on the journey we both took in our lives individually. Pictures of times from a mere two years ago, seemed to paint out as a lifetime. Smiles, body movements, dreams and all that comes with being an adolescent kid, they all changed up to this very moment. I cannot stress this enough of how I still smile at the fact that I have her beside me. It's almost as if you were out walking on a sunny day and you just sat and prayed for a miracle and God gave it to you, only after you worked and proved what you had to. Fight the battles you need to, regardless of whether you win or lose, but accept the final judgement.


Our story is not one for novels or storybooks, it's simply for us to know and feel it all. We do not boast or flaunt what we have. We humble ourselves to each other, but most of all to others and to Him. Looking back at it all, we smile; we smile and say 'The road was more than just bumpy, there was no road. We had to make one to get here,' and by golly, that we did. That we did. So dear, as you read this, don't forget to remember how we got here, because I think all the laughs, smiles, tears, walks, talks, calls, text messages, PMs, DMs, tweets and eye contact were all meant to boil down to this, and my dear, again, I cannot stress this enough to you and to others that, it.Was. All. Worth. It. Thanks...

She's a happy kid, and I plan to keep it that way.