When I was a child, my mum had a friend whom she was close to that when my mum had my sister, she made her friend her godmother. My mum’s friend had three children too and naturally we used to visit each other. I remember I was in the same class with her first son and child, Vincent as we were all in the same school.

Vincent was quite and shy and so was I so we never talked much to ourselves. When we were in Grade one, we were part of the cast of a Christmas play staged in my class. Vincent acted the part of Joseph and I that of Mary. After that, we were never in the same class again, though we were still in the same grade and school. However, in my Grade Four, I had problems because some boys in my class were always picking on me. I was reserved and did not want to get into a fight with them, so i ignored them. However, one of them picked on me on our way to the library and i was forced to reply. Luckily for me, Vincent’s friend was around me and saw what was happening as there was no teacher around at that time. He called Victor and Vincent and his friends beat the boys up. At the end of the day, they were all disciplined by the school. At the time we were picked up from school by Vincent’s dad, Vincent got another round of discipline. I remember feeling very bad.

However, some years later, my parents got separated and my mum had problems with Vincent’s mum. Along the line, my dad was transferred to another city so we all moved. Before we moved, we were no longer close to Vincent’s family because of the problem between our mothers and they changed their school. That was how we lost contact. I had graduated from school and obtained my degree when my dad was transferred back to the city where I was born. By then, My sisters and I had made friends and had grown up.

I was recovering from a failed relationship which left me not wanting to have anything to do with any man. I t dealt me a terrible blow because barely four months to our formal engagement, my ex-boyfriend had a one nightstand with someone. Somehow, because I was in school and we had both agreed that we would not have sex until we got married, he felt that I was cheating him. According to him, I was denying him of his right as my would-be husband. The lady was in love with him but he just wanted her for sex to give her what he felt I was keeping from him.

To cut the long story short, I really felt betrayed because I never had anything with any other man while we were dating and I felt since we were in it together, both of us had to make sacrifices. Through everything, I was very glad I had kept myself intact as I walked out the relationship with pride having lost nothing but the years we spent in the relationship. I was happy I had not lost my virginity to him after all because he was not worth having me. If he could not control himself then, what would happen if we got married and I had to go out of town for a while. It made me understand that he was just after sex and felt the best way to get it from me was to marry me, and then maybe divorce me when he was tired of me. I was saved from making the mistake my parents made. I mean getting separated and divorced.

Well, my dad was transferred back to the city where my sisters and I were born. While there, he had gone to the mall and he bumped into Vincent who had also graduated and was searching for a job at that time. Well, my dad was happy to see him and gave him our address. I was at home on a Saturday, having gone grocery shopping when someone rang the bell. I answered the door only to find a young guy and lady standing there. They looked so alike that it was clear they were siblings. They said they wanted to see me ad I could not remember who they were. I was so shocked when they introduced themselves because I had not seen them for about thirteen years. While talking with them, I noticed that Vincent was just staring at me, maybe trying to decipher what kind of person I was. I also noticed from our discussion that he was rude and I dislike that in any person. Besides, I now had a thing for men, especially those who acted like they were God’s gift to women. Vincent looked to me like that kind of person and I was not ready to take any trash from any man after my last relationship.

Ironically, Vincent felt I was a spoilt brat who knew nothing about hurting people’s feelings as long as I was happy. He did not want to have anything to do with me. So, we were two young people who had one thing or the other against ourselves. Well, weeks went by and I noticed that I was having feeling for Vincent, which made me dislike him more. It was the same with him. Anyway, to cut the long story short, we started dating and as the days went by, we fell more and more in love with ourselves to the amazement of our parents. It was so much that we could not stay apart from ourselves. When we had our first kiss, it was something out of this world because it was the first time I was being kissed. It was so passionate that we almost ended up having sex. There was so much passion in our eyes whenever we were together, that even those around us could feel the heat. However, we never had sex because we wanted it to be so special when we did and did think we should rush it.

Finally, Vincent proposed to me and I accepted because I could imagine waking up ever morning without him. We got married and the fire of passion is still burning inside our eyes. My love, Vincent made me a woman on our first night and I was glad we had saved the best part of our relationship for last. It was worth the wait and my husband was so proud that I was a virgin on our night because it isn’t that easy any more to find at the age of 25. I was proud to give my virginity to him and though I felt a little pain, my husband made me realize that sex was a pleasurable act meant to be enjoyed in every marriage. When i lay in his arms, I still can not believe that he was my soulmate. Maybe, God made our parents friends because of us. Who knows?