 | I met Jason when I starting studying music, I was 16 years old. Jason was my lecturer (25 years old). At first I didn't like him much, he was always in a bad mood (reason: he'd just gotten divorced a few months earlier).Now with us being in the same church, we became friends. He is a very wise man and always gave me advice when I needed it. We started to confide on each other. Growing closer together. He told me all his secrets and I told him mine.
Within 6 months of us becoming friends I started developing feeling for him. Which is bad, as a student and teacher cannot have any relations. I was a very shy girl and didn't know how to approach him about my feelings. So I wrote them in a letter and gave it to him at the end of church that night. He phoned me later that night once he'd read the letter. I was so nervous. I didn't want to answer the phone, afraid that he might be angry about it.
Once I answered the phone I felt like I would pass out when he told me that he was flattered but I'm too young and I'm his student. I told I was aware of that fact but that I had to let him know how I felt.
After the phone call we continued being friends, not much else was said about the letter. Our friendship only grew stronger and everyone could see. Eventually we spoke about the letter again about a month afterwards. He told me that I should look for someone else, as he wasn't worth the effort. I told him that I would wait for as long as it took. I bet he thought it was one of those school girl crushes, man was he wrong.
Over the next year and a half we grew closer and the friendship grew stronger, and I continued to wait. He was the man for me and no-one else would do. My friends thought I was mad and so did my family. They just didn't understand that I now loved this man with all my heart.
One day Jason called me into his office and told me that he had met someone. My heart was crushed, it broke into a million pieces. My family thought (to themselves) that now I would move on and find somone my own age. My friends comforted me best they could and encouraged me to date. My heart still belonged to Jason.
I tried to date, I went out once or twice with nice enough guys, but it wasn't the same. I didn't feel comfortable with them.
One night, after about 6 months of him dating this other woman, he phoned me and needed to speak to me. I was concerned that something terrible might have happened. When he got to where I was and we went for a walk. He told me that he loves me and that he's not happy with this woman. He told me that he was willing to hide our relationship until such a time that we could be together in the open. I told him I didn't know if I could do it right then. He was angry because I couldn't make up my mind then and there, but he accepted it and left.
The next day we talked things over. We were okay again (as friends).
He dated the other woman for another month or so then called it off with her. We remained good friends.
I finished my studies the end of that year. I started working for a financial institution, becoming independent. Jason and I had become the best of friends at this point. The middle of the next year Jason asked me to go out with him, I was the happiest I have ever been. I was now dating the man I wanted all along. The relationship was great to start off with. Sure we had our fights and arguements, but that happens in all relationships. Jason had come to trust me fully (after his ex-wife had cheated on him, it gave him major trust issues). On 25th March 2005 Jason asked me to marry him. It took me about 6 years, but I am going to be marrying the man of my dreams on the 25th March 2006.
My story is just to encourage those of you who really love someone to keep pursuing it. I has everyone tell me to go for someone else, I didn't care what they thought, this was the man I was going to marry, and I didn't care. Even if in the beginning he thought I was too young. I waited 5 years before this man even kissed me. If I can do it. So can you.
I hope this inspires young lovers to be patient, good things come to those who wait.
That's my story.
Written by CXss
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