It wasn't easy for me to write about my love story because it is something I am afraid to open to anyone. But here I am, taking the courage to share you my story.
I was on my 3rd year in college when I met him. We are both studying at same school, same building but different course. He was a Computer Engineering student while I took up Computer Science. We first met when we happened to have same subject and same professor but not same time slot. Since that subject was all about electronics, more on engineering, we as a programmer student doesn't know much about it. Then our professor found a brilliant idea. He mixed us up with their class and ask his engineering student to help us out with our project. He was assigned to help our group and there we began to get close.
He is a jolly person. He's easy to get along with. He's funny and though he's not the expressive type of man, I find him sweet. He's artistic. He has so many brilliant ideas. He has good sense of humor. He is Bowie. And he's all that I wanted.
I introduced him to my family and after several months of courtship, I finally said yes to him. Just like other normal relationship, we've been tested by a lot of problems. Cat fights. Jealousy. And everything that normal relationship has gone through.
After a year, 4 months before we both graduate, we were both shocked when we found out that I am pregnant. We don't know what to do that time. It's been really tough for the both of us. We're not yet finished studying though we are both expecting to graduate on time.
Five months after we graduated, I gave birth to our son. From then we started to lived in the same roof together with my family.
Everything changes after I give birth. It was way way more different than we were before (the boyfriend-girlfriend stage) Serious fights, left and right. But still we remain strong and do our best to keep our relationship.
After 4 years, we've decided to start living on our own. Just the three of us. During our first year, it went smooth. Everything is fine until last year.
Our relationship hit rock bottom last year. We've faced a very serious kind of problem. A kind of problem that broke me into pieces. Shattered pieces. We are on the edge of breaking down. Or should I say, I really broke down.
Our almost 7 years of relationship has just ended in an instant. I was dying. I was drowning. I quit. I left him.
It was so hard for me. I knew for him as well. I didn't told anything to my son because he won't understand what's me and his father is going through.
After leaving him, he never stops doing everything he can to win us back. Until now I can see his eagerness to show how much he has changed (into a better man). He never fail to visit me and my son during his rest day. He spent it with us and the rest of my family. I can see how dedicated he is now, paying all of his attention only to us, his family.
I have once closed my door to you but here I am grabbing this chance to tell you everything inside my heart that my mouth can utter. I hope you can read this. I forgive you. Sincerely, I do. I was so hurt but I never stop loving you. I know you can't promise that you will never ever make me cry again but I want to give it another try.
Let's Give our Love One Last Chance!
I want to thank ms.