This will end up into another cinderella love story...
I'm 17 years old now and i live in Africa.
My story begins like this. Months back, when i was 16 years old, i met a prophet while i was going to meet my mother in the parking lot. He stopped me and decided to tell me my bright future ahead. I was entirely convinced by what he told me came from God because those were the things i wanted to have in life. He even described to me my future husband and gave me a description of his physical features. I soon forgot about all of that and went on with my life like any other normal teenager.
So one day, it all began the night of my birthday. I always wanted to give a present to myself and the only way i could do that was come up with creative ideas. I woke up the next morning and i knew that i wanted someone to talk to and create a good friendship bond, which didn't require me to see that person everyday. Boy was i excited to write to new people i didn't know. So, i went on a pen pal site and i was particular about what type of person i wanted, he was to be younger than 20 years old and from another country over the seas (where I could travel to). I tried three guys and they never replied... I almost gave up and then one guy caught my eye while i was reading their different profiles. Above all else, he ran through my mind the whole time and i knew he was the one i should write to.
And i was right! It has now been five months since we have been chatting and e-mailing each other everyday! We have similar interests and personalities but sometimes we have our disagreements. I've learned so much about him and i feel as if he has the qualities a person wants and needs in a true friend. Although we come from different cultural backgrounds, we are so eager to learn new things. We never tire of each other and he is someone who has a heart of gold and a contagious smile - a true friend indeed. I put my trust in everything he tells me because I don't want to waste my time and I would rather let myself go through his life through his words.
Surprisingly, i remembered what the prophet told me months ago. I took my chance and I asked him how he looked like and unbelievably, his physical features matched with what the prophet had told me on how my future husband would look like! Even more surprising, his second name is the name that i always wanted my future boyfriend to have (you know - cinderella stories).
I hope we will meet when i go to college in about two years in his country. Which makes me look forward to something new to happen in our lives!
Out of all the guys i had to choose from, for some reason, i chose him. I know it sounds crazy but i know our paths did not cross for no good reason but a reason that there should be a happy ending. I thank God for all of this.
P.S Talking to him everyday feels like the first day. Every time I read his letters, feelings of excitement and anticipation rushes through my veins and this tells me: it's going to be another Cinderella story!