A Hopelessly Romantic Tale | #MyFridayStory No. 150

A Hopelessly Romantic Tale | #MyFridayStory No. 150

Where has the romance gone?

I may be wrong, but it seems to me that romance is on the decline. I was 7 years old when my heart was broken for the first time. As a hopeless romantic, it would be the first of many times. I fell head-over-heels in love with a girl that lived up the street from our house. Our houses looked onto a sports park the size of a full street block.

Every afternoon after school, the kids from the neighbourhood would gather at the sports field to play. Most of the kids would be playing a team ball game like rugby or soccer or cricket on the rugby field. Some girls would be by the netball field alongside the rugby field, shooting hoops. The younger kids could be found playing on the steep sandbanks that ran along the one side of the grounds.

That is where we fell in love.

We would run up to the top of the steep red-sand slope and once on top, we would slide down on our bum. It was our neighbourhood theme park. We would run up and slide down those sandbanks until the streetlights came on. We had so much fun. Of course, we didn’t have a clue about adult love, but for me, I was in love.

I caught her kissing a new boy that had moved into the neighbourhood. They were sitting on the grass behind her garden wall. When they saw me, they laughed. I was devastated. I know I cried. For weeks, I tried to figure out the betrayal.

Fast forward past many sadly similar tales of me being the only one in the relationship that fell in love, to when I met, ‘the one.’

I met the woman I married and who gave me two beautiful kids when she was in high school and I was at college. She has an identical twin sister, and when we first met, I started dating the sister. But, after a few months, we broke up and I started dating the sister. I fell madly in love.

I did not doubt that she is, ‘the one.’

After dating for two years, her Scottish parents decided to move back to Scotland. Her ailing grandparents would receive better care, the whole family was immigrating back. I was devastated. Her parents agreed to let her come back, but only after she has gone to see what it is like. Shortly after her family had arrived in Scotland and settled in, I went over and visited. Our love was stronger than before, and we started talking about getting married.

She was coming back to South Africa after being in Scotland for six months. Her aunt and uncle that still lived in South Africa would take her into their home. Her parents were not happy about her coming back but reluctantly agreed. I was counting down the minutes to her arrival. The night her flight was arriving, her parents let me know that she is not coming back to South Africa.

After three more visits to Scotland, she eventually arrived and we got married a year later, on her 21st birthday. Her twin sister was her bridesmaid, she came from Scotland for the wedding. A week before the wedding, her parents arrived, reluctantly accepting that we were getting married.

I was raised by my parents to value the sanctity of marriage. For me, it is a big deal and not to be taken lightly. We were blessed with a baby boy after two years of marriage. A little girl followed two years later. Sadly after 17 years of marriage, the romance was gone. Hopefully, there was enough time for my children to have seen romance in action.

My parents were married for 60 years. Throughout their life together, they epitomised how two people should love one another. Until the very end, they would often hold hands and stare into each other’s eyes with a loving smile on their faces. They would talk for hours as if they haven’t seen each other for months. They would share a pot of tea. They took time with each other, and deeply cared about the needs of the other. They travelled together. They loved spending time together, but also be apart, knowing they will be together again soon.

Being a hopeless romantic allows you to live life in full colour. Romance asks of you to make yourself vulnerable. It takes courage. You will feel the bumps and knocks as a romantic, sure, but your soul feels alive.

Have an awesome weekend and please be generous! 😄

As always, thanks for reading 🙏

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