For fifteen years, I only loved one man.
His name was Aaron.
We met when we were sixteen, two clumsy teenagers sitting on opposite sides of a chemistry classroom. @ Made me laugh the first day we talked. By the end of that semester, we were inseparable.
Back then, life seemed simple.
We spent the summer afternoons on my grandmother’s porch swing, talking about dreams that seemed incredibly far away. Aaron wanted to start a business someday. I wanted a home full of warmth, family dinners and children running in the garden.lk
We promised ourselves that we would build that future together.
And for fifteen years, I thought we would.
The only thing that ever happened was marriage.
Every Valentine, every Christmas, every birthday, secretly I was hoping he would finally ask me to marry.
Aaron always had a reason.
“We need more savings.”
“The time is not right.”
“I want your ring to be perfect.”
“I want to give you everything.”
His words were always soft. Convincing.
So I waited.lksr
When my best friend got married, I smiled despite my heartbreak.
When my little cousin got married before me, I congratulated her.
When my stepmother joked on Thanksgiving saying that I was “the girlfriend who couldn’t close the deal,” I laughed even though it hurt.
Because I trusted Aaron.
Because he loved him.thif
Because after fifteen years, how could I not?
