The Greatest Love Story

Has someone ever pursued you tirelessly for fifteen years?

Yes.

Have you known about this pursuit the entire time and just ignored it?

I have.

You think after a couple years, one or two things might happen. I would give in and say yes OR they would give up. Either they are crazy about me OR just plain crazy.

What if I told you someone pursued me my entire life?

Whether you know it or not — the greatest love story begins from the day you are born.

Sounds wild. I know.

I first realized I was being pursued at twelve years old and he did not give up, until I finally said yes.

Fifteen years later.

He watched me turn a shoulder to his love not once, but time and time again. His gestures were big and small. At times he would try very hard and other times his presence was barely visible.

Not because of his love, but because of my openness to it. Most of the time, I was totally closed off to the idea of him.

Rude.

He watched me dance, laugh and entertain his greatest enemy. He watched me fall in lust with his competitor. He watched me worship his rival.

He still wanted me.

He heard me speak awful things about him. He heard me question his validity. His loyalty and his truth. He heard me question if he even existed.

Yet, he still wanted me.

He somehow felt my desire to know him, even when my actions said otherwise. He showed up every single day, knowing that I was not willing to hear him out.

He really is remarkable.

I convinced myself that he could not be there for me. He could not fill the small holes in my heart. I did not want to fill the void with his endless, pure and forgiving love. I wanted something different.

I chose temporary satisfaction, instead of his everlasting greatness.

Maybe I am the crazy one.

Did I not feel worthy enough of his love? Did I not love myself enough to accept this type of relationship? Why did it take so long to come around?

All questions I ask myself.

However, it does not matter now.

He won the race for my love. Finally.

What a guy.

At twenty-seven years old I can finally say that,

“I found the love of my life.”

I knew who he was this entire time, but I did not know his story. I knew he was generous, but I did not know the extent of his forgiveness. I knew he was a good guy, but I did not understand what he did for every single one of us.

I did not know that this entire time all he wanted was a relationship.

He wants nothing more than love and acceptance into my heart. No expectations, no pressure and no judgement.

You think after a lifetime of trying that he would have expected a little more from me?

Nope, he is a simple guy.

Maybe you are wondering who the heck I am talking about. Maybe you know. Maybe you have no clue. Maybe you do not care. All good.

I know Him now and it is the greatest feeling in the world. All I had to do was say YES to His love.

Live Loved, my friends.