Our love story was eighteen years in the making. We grew up in the same homeland, but somehow our paths not once impeded. I had always respected her from a distance. She was my secret crush for years, the person who stayed in the back of my mind even as time passed.
Then one day, luck came in my life. A related friend finally introduced us. I can still remember how tense I was. My hands shook as I reached out to shake hers, like I was welcoming a business partner. It was funny, because moments before, I had hugged that same friend and even kissed her on the cheek without a second thought. But with her, my nerves took over. She had the same beautiful smile I remembered from years ago, and just like that, I was curved all over again.
That first meeting turned into hours of talking. We spoke about life, work, and dreams. I told her about my plans for the future, and she looked at me and said, “I know you’ll become someone someday. Maybe I’ll even ask for your autograph.” From that day onward, something changed between us.
We became close. Conversations would give until three in the morning. We could talk about anything and everything, and it always felt normal. It didn’t take long for our friendship to grow into something deeper. From best friends, we became lovers.
But like any love story value telling, ours has not been without challenges. Love doesn’t assurance an easy road. She came from a wealthy family, and I came from poor starts. While my parents gave me love and values, society often slow us by money, and the difference in status made people question my aims. To us, our relationship was pure and honest, but not everyone saw it that way.
On top of that, we are an LGBTQ couple living in a place where taking is uncommon. Some people told us society would never accept us. Others said we were going against God’s will. Unkind words came from strangers, and sadly, even from people we thought would stand by us. We lost friendships and relationships, but what we never lost was each other. Through it all, we held on, believing that true love always wins.
When we decided to grow our family through IVF, it felt like the start of a new turning point. We had talked about this long before we even became a couple, and the dream of raising children together made us happy. But the journey was harder than we imagined. If fighting for our love had been a war, IVF was ten times tougher.
For nine months, we faced a lot different emotions. She went through hormone treatments that changed her moods daily. The shots, especially the progesterone injections, were painful and left her in tears. They started with one shot a day, and after problems, she needed two. I could feel her pain every time I held her hand through it, but I never let go.
Things became even scarier when she developed placenta previa. Our doctor, one of the best, ordered strict bed rest. One night at one in the morning, she woke me up because she felt something was wrong. When I turned on the light, I saw blood. My heart dropped. We thought we had lost the babies. It was the most terrifying moment of my life. But our twins, just like their mother, turned out to be fighters.
She spent almost six months in a wheelchair. I bathed her, fed her, and cared for her like she was my own child. Every day was a test of patience and strength, but together we struggle through. Teamwork really did make the dream work.
And then, the miracle happened. The twins were born. That moment changed everything. Watching my wife transform from someone who once lived a lavish lifestyle to a mother who gave everything to her children made me fall in love with her all over again.
Now, our twins are two and a half years old. They are joyful, full of energy, and bring light into our lives every single day. We know that one day they will have questions about our family, about who we are and the choices we made. And when that day comes, we will answer them with love. Because love is what made them promising.
Our family may not look traditional, but it is built on potency, sacrifice, and care. For me, that is more than enough. I am proud of our journey, proud of my wife, and proud of the little family we created against all chances.
