un histoire: partie quatre

“I just want it to be special.”

Those were the words that helped me finally break through. Even then I didn’t see it, but now I see it very clearly. Her influence for good had finally won.

That very moment, I decided to save what virginity I had left for disposal at the proper time with the proper woman. It’s funny how that one moment changed me so permanently. We’re talking about a space of five minutes over four and a half years ago, and that decision has stuck ever since then.

Those two months had made me an altogether new man. I was breaking out of a young teen’s ways of looking at the world and trying to see the blackest, hardest, most self-pitying circumstance possible. Oh, my what a burden is lifted when suddenly you can see hope in the world! But I couldn’t stop there. With so many new tender feelings, I had to have a place to cultivate them. I began to attend church regularly to attempt to assign some kind of higher meaning to these values I was learning, and it worked. The rest is history. With that, Kimberly became what I believe–what I know is God’s work in my life.