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Love is forever

Excerpts from my next Book:

Chapter 1: The Beginning of Forever
Introduction: The Gift of Forever Love

Love is one of life’s greatest mysteries—a force that transcends time, space, and human understanding. For those fortunate enough to discover true love and nurture it across decades, the experience becomes nothing short of a divine blessing. This book celebrates such enduring love, drawing on the profound journey of staying married and deeply in love for 45 years. It is not just a testament to romance but also to resilience, faith, and the art of choosing each other every single day.

A Prodigy of Love

When I was twelve years old, Millie professed her love for me in a way that even Romeo could not explain to Juliet. She was only eleven, and in her young, unwavering voice, she declared, “I will always love you for the rest of my life.
I will I never give my heart to anyone
else.” At twelve, what did I know about love? What did she? I often ask myself that question, but then I remember a passage from the Bible: A child shall
show them the way. Could it be that
love, like music or art, has its prodigies—those who understand its
depth before the rest of us do?
I didn’t think much of it at the time. My mind was occupied with baseball, riding my bike, and dreaming of one day being older. But Millie? She knew something I didn’t. Her words were the last thing she said to me when my family packed up and moved from the house we rented from her father. I still remember how she stood on the sidewalk, her arms crossed, biting her lip as if trying to hold back tears. She wasn’t the kind of girl who cried easily. She had a toughness about her that I admired. But that day, she looked fragile, like a dandelion whose petals were about to scatter in the wind. We drove away, and I didn’t look back. I should have. Maybe, in her own way, she truly meant what she said. Maybe it wasn’t just the fleeting emotions of a child. But what could I do? I was twelve, and life was carrying me forward whether I wanted it to or not.
As the years passed, I often wondered if Millie remembered that day. Did she hold on to those words? Or was it simply a moment in time, forgotten like so many childhood promises? The thing about first love is that it leaves an imprint, one you don’t fully recognize until much later in life.