When I met my husband I was 15 years old and he was 21. I was new in the neighborhood and started to go to the church in the neighborhood. He was the guy that played guitar in the chorus. When we saw each other we fell in love at first sight.
Then I started going to the chorus practices, and he started to visit me. At first I had mixed feelings about him, because I felt he wanted to use me to feel superior. That's why I didn't want to be his girlfriend even though I liked him. Then he told me that he was going to stop visiting me and talking to me because I needed time to think. Although I didn't want him to do that, he did it anyway. He told me to tell him that I wanted him if I decided that I wanted to be with him.
In about two months I didn't told him anything, so he joined the Army. When I was told that he was going to the Army I got very sad and cried a lot. Two days before he was going to Texas, to the English school, (we are from Puerto Rico) I saw him in the Church as usual. That day he said goodbye to everybody and sang a song that he wrote saying goodbye. Everybody at church cried. I cried a lot.
At the end his sister told me that he said that the only person he was going to miss from the neighborhood was me. Then she walked me to him and we hugged each other and then we decided to talk in a friend's house. We talked that day but, again, nothing was decided. I was still confused. Then the next day we went out and we told each other that we love each other. And he asked me if I would wait for him (six years). I told him I would. And then he cried in my arms. That was in March 7, 1994.
We got married by the Church in July 25, 1998. In January 7, 2000, we had our first daughter. In June 23, 2001, we had another daughter. I am so happy and he is such a great man! We are still in love and tell it to each other every day.
Sorry for sharing the whole story. The only thing that goes through my mind as an advice for you is: Go to Church!!! ...Maybe yo find a good man there!