This is a true story about how I met the love of my life. When I met John, I had no idea he would become the love of my life.

John came over to visit my neighbor’s brother. He was a very handsome young man and extremely kind and thoughtful.

He saw me working outside and came over and introduced himself. His bright blue eyes and blonde hair caught my eye along with his athletic physique. He offered to help as he seemed bored with those he was visiting. He was in high school then. There was something special between us and I wasn’t sure of what his thoughts were. He was 16 and I was 21.

He came from a very religious Mormon family and a very strict and controlling one as well. After he graduated from high school, I met him at church. He was now 18 and had grown even more handsome. I noticed the girls would stare at him. As their eyes scanned his body, I knew they were dreaming of him without clothes and wanting to be with him even though that’s not what they were taught to do. John was just that handsome.

I knew he dated very little and would date in groups as it was safer for them to not be tempted into lustful things.

John left for collage that Fall and I missed seeing and talking to him. I knew he would be happy and have freedoms he never had while home. For that I was so glad for him.

He returned for Christmas break and called and asked to come over. He greeted me with the most affectionate hug. As we hugged, our bodies melted together and for the first time, I felt his physical warmth and affection. We visited for a couple of hours. After he left my mind was confused. I tried to analyze what had happened and if he felt what I had felt.

I had been dating many women. There were quite a few who loved me and wanted me as their husband. I loved many of them as well but not as much as they loved me. The embrace John and I had was more than I ever felt with any woman. I was confused and my heart raced with the thoughts of this beautiful young man.

About an hour after he left, my phone rang. It was John saying how much he enjoyed visiting and having dinner at my house. He wondered if he could come spend the night. I didn’t think his controlling parents would approve. He didn’t seem to let it bother him. He didn’t have a car as he had flown home and asked if I needed to come pick him up.

I drove up to the house and he came running out and got into the car.