“Promise me… women… not to awaken love before the time is right.”

With an angry huff I walked away, not really willing to listen or stay in a place where people had nothing useful to say. 

The old woman’s advice rung heavy in the air, but I swatted it away because I couldn’t dare to give too much thought to the wisdom she had and wanted to share.

Not to awaken love before the time is right? What does that even mean? What is that insight?

The words made me angry and I wanted to fight the old woman on the stage; if only this were night.

With a heavy sigh I gathered the thought. And pushed away all the information I’d just bought. I’d continue my day, it's what I was taught to do. Especially in situations like these.

My cell phone rang and a smile lit my face. I didn’t need to look to know it was Alexander Chase. The man of my dreams, my now saving grace; the only man I’ve never wanted to replace. 

We talked about our day and I told him about the show. He wished I hadn’t left early because he wanted to know more about what the old woman would have wanted to bestow to the youth; He often longed for the opportunity to learn or to grow.

I looked back at the building I'd just walked out from. Being so close, the range of the stadium seemed to stretch for miles; it was like its own kingdom. Stories upon stories, it was impossible to know how high. Trying to see the top was hard. The thought of being there made me want to die. 

My ears fixed on the phone and eyes fixed on the dome, the majesty of it all was really something to behold. The beauty and grandeur wasn’t something that could be told.

Hours later I pulled up at Alex’s grand apartment suite. I loved to meet him here, there was nothing that could beat the view. I found my way inside and there he was to greet me. With a warm hug and a gentle kiss, he made all my worries feel obsolete. 

We've been together for two whole years now, and it's been great and I'm sure he'll soon endow me with a ring to seal our love. I won't worry about how or when the time will come, I just know it will be soon and the union will be wow.

We’ll be together forever, the thought makes me blush. We wanted to take it slow, I mean what was the rush? Our connection was real, especially when he would brush his fingers across my cheeks. He was my forever crush.

We didn’t rush that night either, what was the use? We often took our time, I like to peruse the gentle curves of his body, my own personal recluse. To wait for marriage seemed just like abuse.