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I’ve been hesitant to mention him—the special someone who entered my life . All I willing to admit is that he is very special to me. Part of me feels that even acknowledging this budding relationship might jinx it, but life is full of risks, and the worst I’d have to do is delete this post!
I really admire him. He came to this country young, barely speaking the language, if at all. After a difficult marriage and divorce, he ended up raising his two children alone. He is fiercely independent, highly responsible and he has worked tirelessly to provide and care for his children.
From what I understand, he hasn’t had many relationships and had mostly resigned himself to staying single. I reached out to him online, finding his profile intriguing—though it was an old one he might not have responded to me if not for a nudge from his coworkers. We started talking at a challenging time in my life, and met in person a few weeks later. He’s been here with me through it all, seven months strong.
He’s quiet and reserved with his thoughts and feelings. He doesn’t shower me with empty compliments or flowers, but he’ll say something simple and heartfelt that melts me. When I told him I was upset and needed a hug, he stopped everything, came over, and held me until I stopped crying. He rarely arrives empty-handed, always bringing food, drink or both. I asked to be part of his family life, and he welcomed me in. He has been always been thoughtful, considerate, patient and kind to me. I shouldn’t be so surprised but I am….
Is he perfect? Not at all—but neither am I! Am I smitten? Absolutely.
