LOVE STORY

 

Sometimes when two fall madly in love they tell themselves “no, leave it… pull yourself together; do not take any notice of it.”(p. 303) Love is an emotion that is meant to be shared not ignored. When it is shared good things come to pass. This story tells the account of a man who didn’t ignore his feelings.

Love never came easy to me; in fact I have never been in love. I’m a shy guy, the average Joe, the smart guy everyone cheats off of. Yea…that’s my life. Girls would never give me much attention. Throughout high school I was short like an oompa loompa and as lanky as a string of spaghetti. I never had the high school romance I’ve always dreamt of; it all remained a dream until her.

                A few years passed and I found myself on a mission in the beautiful tropical land of Honduras. I grew a few feet by then and developed a nicer, more toned body. I guess you could say it was a new me. Except I still had no hope for love; but love was something I couldn’t concentrate on at the time.

                One sunny afternoon, we were invited over to a family’s house to have lunch in their new kitchen outside. It was just like any other day full of funny stories, laughs, and the preaching of my faith.  Then she walked outside. As soon as I saw her my heart skipped a beat. Seeing her face in the shining sun made her more beautiful than she already was. I wanted to talk to her. I resisted that strong urge as she sat down at the table. We made eye contact and I knew she was the one. Her smile was priceless and so welcoming;  girls never smiled at me like that. I carried on my conversation with the rest of the family trying to ignore my heart screaming at me to say something to her. I knew she was listening, and watching me (of course she would, I’m the only 6 ft blonde blue eyed guy in this whole country!), and giving me attention that was unusual for me. I would always catch her staring at me with those gorgeous big brown eyes of hers; I couldn’t help but stare back. By the end of lunch we were talking like we’ve known each other for years. Then she asked me to go on a date to the beach. My heart dropped. I wasn’t there to meet a very lovely young lady, I was there to preach. I was heartbroken when I told her I couldn’t go. What hurt even more is when she said it was ok if we didn't talk anymore.

                Time came to go back home. By now I have pushed the memory of the girl I knew I loved to the back of my head. I went home and resumed my boring life of a college student. She was on my mind constantly; I was always picturing her stunning smile and welcoming personality. I couldn’t let her go so I decided to take a chance. I bought a ticket back to Honduras where my love was.

                Soon I was in front of her house again. I heard her laugh. She was home. My heart was pounding, cold sweat trickled down my neck, my breathing was rough but I had to tell her how I felt. I stretched out my hand and knocked on the door. A couple seconds went by... then she was in front of me.  She smiled and a tear fell from her eyes that I dearly loved. I couldn’t help but stretch my arm out to comfort her. Then it happened. She threw her arms around me with happiness and told me how scared she was that I would never come back. She fit perfectly in my arms and I knew I should have never questioned my heart again. She looked up at me and stood on her tippy toes (she’s barely 5 ft tall) when I saw her eyes I could see that she loved me just like I loved her. I picked her up and the corners of her mouth creased into a slight smile as she leaned toward me. My thoughts were racing and my mind went blank then we kissed. I felt her breath as she whispered what I wanted to hear…I love you.