Sola and I have been in a relationship for the past seven years. I had just celebrated my 26th birthday and it was really the best I can remember.
The surprises and birthday gifts from the love of my life were just more than I could imagine.
I couldn’t help but look back at all we had gone through and endured together as lovers.
He loved me deeply, deeper than any man could and it reflected in his words and actions. He came from a broken home and this left him traumatized for years but never did he hold it down on me even when he had reasons to compare our relationship to that of his parents.
I expected a drop in his efforts when I told him I was a muslim by birth but he didn’t meet this expectation as he didn’t stop being a loving man to me.
One very misty evening, I found myself sharing a bed with him as I couldn’t make it back to my place early enough. We spoke for a very long time and I could see how lit up his face was. Not once did he make advances towards my body all through the night.
Few hours ago, I summoned the courage to ask him how he could do all of that and still stay happy in the relationship. His reply literally melted my heart; ‘baby, I didn’t know you were a muslim when I fell in love with you! You’ve always had my heart right from the first day I met you so religion or even trust should fall in line with my heart. As for sex, I’d have you all to myself when you say yes. So would you marry me?’
I couldn’t catch my breath!