I was doing my post-graduation and looking for jobs when a friend gave me this guy’s number. He worked at a reputed company, and I got in touch with him about openings there. I got a call for an interview and I spoke to him a day before the actual interview. However, on the day of the interview I couldn’t meet him.
I still stayed in touch with him, though, so that I could get updates about how I had done at my interview. We starting chatting on Whatsapp and he even added me on Facebook. Being a writer, he had a flair for words and would often give me compliments. I was extremely flattered by the way he said things to me.
Soon, chatting with him every night before going to bed became a habit. We eagerly waited for each other’s messages. “Drinking with my dad”, “Oh, you look lovely in your current DP”, “You are so funny”… We talked about everything from mutual interests to our personalities and everything else! I could feel that there was a definite connection. Every time he sent me those beautifully written compliments, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I even gave him a nickname. I called him “King of words”.
Though we often flirted over text messages, we never spoke on the phone. I could sense that he liked me but that he wasn’t being able to find the courage to express his feelings. He often gave me good advice and I was growing to like him. It was definitely developing into something more than just friendship. One day, out of the blue, he confessed that he loved me. I didn’t take it seriously at the time, but he kept telling me that for months to come.
In February 2015, he asked me out for a Valentine’s Day date. I wasn’t too sure, so I kept saying no. I had never even met him in person, so how could I decide whether or not I wanted to go on a date with him?! We didn’t talk for two days after that. But I couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. I called him the very next day. While we would usually talk for a few minutes, that day we spoke for hours. Later that night, I sent him a text saying “I Love You”. Finally we were both on the same page and it felt really good. Little did I know that I was in for the shock of my life.
We planned to meet after a week of me expressing my feelings. The night before we were supposed to meet, he messaged me saying, “I haven’t told you something about myself and now I feel bad for hiding it from you”. Rather surprised, I asked “What is it?”
“I am physically handicapped”, he replied.
“You are kidding me, right?!”
“Why would I?”
“I am still coming tomorrow to meet you”, I told him.
“You are a gem of a person. When I was two years old, I got polio, which left me in this state”.
After our conversation I tried to get some sleep, but there were just so many thoughts going through my head. I wondered, “Why did that happen to him?” I had tears in my eyes.
We met at a coffee shop near his office and I must say we had a really great time. Within a month we went on our next official date and it was no less than a fairytale! On our second date, we kissed. I was sitting with my head on his shoulder and then we kissed. Nothing can beat that first kiss!
Our relationship is still going strong and I am beyond happy with him. He pampers me and makes me feel special; I feel like I’m living a dream. I love him just as he is and he too accepts all my shortcomings. I had never imagined that I would find such an amazing person and have as wonderful a love story as this.
He often tells me that he is the luckiest man on this planet to have found me, but I feel I am the lucky one in this relationship!
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