For those who've read my previous thread about my man... They'd already know what am talking about...
If you haven't, my small love story begins here --> So..... About this man
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Ummmm… I did a thing....
Nothing dramatic. No fireworks. No big announcements. Just a quiet, honest step that felt important to me, and to us.
I told an elder in my family about him.
Briefly. Carefully. Just that there’s someone, and I’m interested. Not as a final decision. Not as a declaration.
Just… a little nudge into reality.
Honestly? I was nervous as hell. Because saying it out loud makes it feel real in a way that thinking about it doesn’t.
There’s that strange mix.... relief, a little lightness, and also that tiny knot of fear: “Okay… now it’s out there. People will notice. Maybe judge. Maybe it changes something.”
But I did it anyway.... Because keeping it hidden while life around me was moving, and while my family was already groom hunting… that felt complicated, unfair, messy.
I couldn’t honestly go through profiles and think clearly while my heart was quietly taken elsewhere. So I chose honesty.
The response was soft, gentle, cautious, and practical ... “We'll see how it goes. Take your time. Don’t rush. And don’t get too attached yet.”
Not a yes. Not a no.
Just space. Observation. Time. Such a sweetheart. I know...
And honestly, that felt okay.
It wasn’t dismissal. It wasn’t discouragement. It was care. A way of saying: I hear you, I see you, let’s give this the respect it deserves.
I told him I'd have a talk at home about him.. What, when, how ... I did not plan.. and the both of us were getting anxious the more we talked about it..
So right after this happened, I texted him ..
Just a simple text: “I had a talk... about us.. Don’t panic, I’ll tell you everything in detail when I can.”
And Then, when I finally got a little time and space, I told him everything... the how, the why, the small details.
He was finally okay. Calm. Nervous too, probably more than I was.
And that combination...sure, yet nervous... made me smile.
Because he cared enough to feel it with me.
This step… it feels heavier than it sounds. Not heavy like pressure, but heavy in meaning. It’s a moment of choice. A moment of awareness. A moment of courage.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel like love is both real and possible at the same time.
We’ve had our share of ups and downs already. Arguments, misunderstandings, tears, silence. We still do... But we always find our way back. Always.
And that’s the part that matters more than any tension, any fight, any uncertainty.
That’s the part that keeps me grounded.
I don’t know exactly how, when and if this will translate fully into real life...
how our virtual love will become a shared, physical, everyday life together. We're figuring that out ... Slowly. Patiently. Intentionally.
And this step.... telling my family, being honest, letting myself be seen ... it’s real progress.
I feel nervous. Proud. Calm. All at once.
So yes. This is a small step.
A real and honest step.
And for now… I guess that’s enough.
Because sometimes, being brave isn’t about grand gestures. It’s about quiet choices, shared nervousness, little truths told aloud, and the soft certainty that even if everything is uncertain… you’re choosing each other anyway.
Pray and wish the best for us .. Thank You ! *hearts*
If you haven't, my small love story begins here --> So..... About this man
________________________________
Ummmm… I did a thing....
Nothing dramatic. No fireworks. No big announcements. Just a quiet, honest step that felt important to me, and to us.
I told an elder in my family about him.
Briefly. Carefully. Just that there’s someone, and I’m interested. Not as a final decision. Not as a declaration.
Just… a little nudge into reality.
Honestly? I was nervous as hell. Because saying it out loud makes it feel real in a way that thinking about it doesn’t.
There’s that strange mix.... relief, a little lightness, and also that tiny knot of fear: “Okay… now it’s out there. People will notice. Maybe judge. Maybe it changes something.”
But I did it anyway.... Because keeping it hidden while life around me was moving, and while my family was already groom hunting… that felt complicated, unfair, messy.
I couldn’t honestly go through profiles and think clearly while my heart was quietly taken elsewhere. So I chose honesty.
The response was soft, gentle, cautious, and practical ... “We'll see how it goes. Take your time. Don’t rush. And don’t get too attached yet.”
Not a yes. Not a no.
Just space. Observation. Time. Such a sweetheart. I know...
And honestly, that felt okay.
It wasn’t dismissal. It wasn’t discouragement. It was care. A way of saying: I hear you, I see you, let’s give this the respect it deserves.
I told him I'd have a talk at home about him.. What, when, how ... I did not plan.. and the both of us were getting anxious the more we talked about it..
So right after this happened, I texted him ..
Just a simple text: “I had a talk... about us.. Don’t panic, I’ll tell you everything in detail when I can.”
And Then, when I finally got a little time and space, I told him everything... the how, the why, the small details.
He was finally okay. Calm. Nervous too, probably more than I was.
And that combination...sure, yet nervous... made me smile.
Because he cared enough to feel it with me.
This step… it feels heavier than it sounds. Not heavy like pressure, but heavy in meaning. It’s a moment of choice. A moment of awareness. A moment of courage.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel like love is both real and possible at the same time.
We’ve had our share of ups and downs already. Arguments, misunderstandings, tears, silence. We still do... But we always find our way back. Always.
And that’s the part that matters more than any tension, any fight, any uncertainty.
That’s the part that keeps me grounded.
I don’t know exactly how, when and if this will translate fully into real life...
how our virtual love will become a shared, physical, everyday life together. We're figuring that out ... Slowly. Patiently. Intentionally.
And this step.... telling my family, being honest, letting myself be seen ... it’s real progress.
I feel nervous. Proud. Calm. All at once.
So yes. This is a small step.
A real and honest step.
And for now… I guess that’s enough.
Because sometimes, being brave isn’t about grand gestures. It’s about quiet choices, shared nervousness, little truths told aloud, and the soft certainty that even if everything is uncertain… you’re choosing each other anyway.
Pray and wish the best for us .. Thank You !
*hearts*
thank u Nemo ! *Hugs*
