When I was 18 years old I met the love of my life, he was everything I could dream of, and most importantly he was the worst thing that could have ever happen to me. At 18 years old I was A manager at Wal-Mart, I had a 1 bedroom apt, A car and my freshman year in college.
One day at work like any other, this handsome young guy walks up to me on the aisle, and starts a general conversation, he made me laugh and eventually asked for my number, and continued on his way. I continued mine completely forgetting about him the rest of day.
My everyday schedule was very consistent, wake up, go to school, go to work, on Wednesday's I would go to bible study, on Friday nights which was youth night, I would be at church, and all day Sunday. I was a church girl, A good girl. I didn't drink or smoke are party. I had a pretty good life and I was completely satisfied with it.
About a week after I gave this young man my number, he finally texted, me not knowing who he was I had completely forgot about him, after a few minutes of texting trying to remember him, he sent a picture immediately reminding me of who he was. He was very Handsome, very polite, charming, a smile that would make the meanest of women drop down 10 ft.
After a few weeks of only texting and talking over the phone, he would ask often could we get together and hang out or do something, me being as cautious as I was, I was always skeptical, until one night i said ok.