For some February is the longest month of the year. For me, March is the longest month because you know spring is right around the corner yet the snow keeps coming down.
But February for many is the time for romance.
My husband is my high school sweetheart. I was entering first year high school and he was in his last year. I remember entering the corner restaurant hang out and spotted him talking with a few of his friends. My heart went PING and I knew right then and there I had to meet my future husband before we got married. :)
Never happened right away. But two years later, he came back for a visit, asked me to the local school trip, and we hooked up. Funny thing is, he had a crush on me, too. Took him long enough to make his move.
We've been married since 1977, have five gorgeous kids we're proud of, ups and downs like in any marriage, but I made good on my promise to meet my future husband so long ago.
You need to love the person you're with now and not wait until something happens to open your eyes. I remember being in the car one day stopped at a red light and I happened to glance up to a building. There was a little old lady sweeping her balcony, then sat down and looked out at the traffic below. My heart fell to the floor because at that moment I realized that one day I will be that lady, alone in an apartment without my better half and since then I cherish each day I am with him.
Lea Schizas
http://leaschizaseditor.com
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We are similar in that I met my husband during my high school years, although we didn't go to the same highschool. We worked at an amusement park where a lot of teenagers were employed. We graduated in 1978 and married in 1980. Since, we have 5 children and so far, 2 grandchildren, and a house full of pets. My house is so full, so noisy, that it's hard to imagine being alone like that elderly woman you saw. However, it's bound to happen to one of us, and so you're right, we need to appreciate each other for as long as it lasts. We never know how long we'll have.
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