I would like to share my love story with you.
In 2009, I connected the Internet at my home, and, not knowing anything about the dating site, I registered there.
I began to receive unpleasant messages from various anxious men. Realizing that I could not find a person with whom I could talk heart to heart, I was going to delete my profile.
But suddenly, among the many bad messages and cheap compliments, I see something very simple:
Hello! Can I get to know you?
I went to the profile, looked, I liked it. He was 33. I was still 28 then. I began to communicate with him with great joy.
We talked with him about different things: life, hobbies, preferences, tastes — almost everything. He said that he writes poetry and draws well. He wrote so competently and beautifully, it was a pleasure for me to read his messages.
Over time, I became addicted to his messages. I was looking forward to the moment when I could communicate with Alexei again.
So we corresponded with him for half a year. He dedicated poetry to me, and I, like a girl, fell head over heels in love with him. But I never saw him.
When he said that he loved me, he immediately noted that we could not be together without explaining the reasons. He never asked me out on a date.
I began to think that he probably has a family. When asked about it, he denied everything. He said that I was the only one in his life.
I kept trying to find a way to see him. And finally, one day, he agreed, but with one condition: this would be our last meeting. He said that I did not want to communicate with him anymore, and that he did not want this, did not want to lose me.
I didn’t understand what he was talking about, where he got such thoughts from, but I didn’t care. I was sure that I love this man.
The long-awaited day has come. I went on a date. We agreed to meet at a cafe. I went in, he was waiting for me at the tables. On the table lay a large bouquet of roses, through which his head and shoulders were not visible. But I still recognized him immediately.
He didn’t get up to meet me, which was strange for me. I approached and saw that he was sitting in a wheelchair. He told me that he would understand if I found a reason and left. I stood and looked at him and laughed.
He looked at me in surprise and asked why I was laughing. I answered him with a smile that his chair would not interfere with us, that I was not afraid of this and that I loved him the way he was.
It’s been 8 years since we got married. Now we are husband and wife. I love my husband very much and during these years I have never regretted my choice. You Belong With Me.
Once Alex had an accident. His spine was damaged. He underwent surgery 4 years ago. She passed successfully.
Now he is walking.
Very soon I will become a mother.
We are happy.