What 11 V-day's taught me

This post is dedicated to everyone who believes in love, a tacky proof to the old adage, "IF IT'S MEANT TO BE, IT WILL BE."

To many, what happened on Valentine's Day in Fifth grade may long be forgotten as that day was probably spent playing chinese garter or "jolens" or both. To me, Valentine's Day in Fifth grade will always be special. On that day,in February 2001, I received a love letter. On that day, my guileless mind did not comprehend how that love letter would change my life.

A lot has happened through the years.

We found love and lost it, but in hindsight, it made the relationship stronger. The 4-year distance that we braved allowed us to grow individually into our own persons, enjoy youth separately and finally allowed us to meet again at the time we were both seasoned by the distance, pain, time and people and made ready to live life again, together. We grew up together and apart but with God's grace, we hope to grow old together.

I have loved one boy for more than half of my life and I am so blessed to be in this love story. Sure, there's still a long way to go. But, we made it here again, separately, how can't I be sure we will make it to forever, together?

After 11 Valentine's Days, I have learned:

1. That an 11-year old boy can actually write a decent love letter, unassisted;

2. that I am old enough to have experienced a love story through letters (complete with "official" bearer! :D);

3. that although seemingly far-fetched, it pays to get girlfriended even when you're only 12 and

4. that love, coupled with faith and determination will rise above anything and anyone.