My husband and I met a long time ago when we were 12yrs old and lived in Colombia. We were best friends and then that friendship turn in a very special relationship. He was my first boyfriend and we dated twice. Later I came to the U.S when I was 15. We always thought of and missed each other. We never lost communication. Every time that I went to Colombia we would be together. We have been through many situations far away from each other, but not even time and those circumstances could keep us apart. We both had our separate signifant others but last year we saw each other again and we knew that the love was still there, that we had to do something about it and that we couldn't live like that anymore. We coudlnt' miss the chance that God was giving us. We knew that we were meant for each other, so we got married.
Both of our families are very happy because they have know each other since we met and have know our story and how much we have been in love all of these years.
This year I went to see him for his birthday and we had so much fun.
I miss him and can't wait for him to be here and for this long time dream to finally come true. The dream of being with the love of my life!
