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.