THE POWER OF Love I am I metmyhusband,Ken, rightaftermyO'levels. I was sixteen or seventeen years old. After a year of dating, he moved to the US to study. We were in a long-distance relationship for 7 years. The bulk of our communication was through letters, and when I was on campus, we used the phone booths. For us, marriage was an organic process. Our relationship just blossomed towardsmarriage without any real effort.We were in constant communication. Hewrote everyweek, to the extent that in Mfantsiman I was the "letter girl," as I knew I would get a letter every day. He cameone time tomyuniversity campus tovisitme, and he said, "OhmyGod, all these guys are around you; let’s just get married."We did not think about it seriously or take into consideration what it took to get married. On that visit, he gave me a promissory ring, and we started the engagement process. In 1997, we had our traditional marriage while I was in my second year at university. After graduating from university, I joined my husband in the US, where we had our civil marriage. We blessed our marriage in the Catholic Church a coupl of years later. A couple of months ago, I was looking for some old pictures when I stumbled upon the very first letter he wrote to me when he left for the US. My A softening sound, as of a slow-flowing stream. The music is slow and lovely. I can imagine the long, thin fingers of the keyboardist as he caresses the keys. I waltz across the room, burrowing my head into my lover’s chest as the sweet fragrance of his perfume wafts through my nose. I feel heady. My heart pumps in pure pleasure. I am falling. Free falling. Now I am floating. Mmmm. This feeling. 17
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