The trope of “she saved me from my demons” has become a cliché, thanks to so many ‘tumblr-y’ posts and social media hypes. The fact still remains that people should accept the fact “love is rare and would probably never happen to [them]”.
Kevin Walsh, however, has it different.
He has the best of both worlds. His new-bride is the same woman who saved him from himself ten years ago.
Kevin met Blake in summer camp as a thirteen-year-old. Even back then, she was the most beautiful girl he had seen. And of course, they kept in touch via so many phone calls and text messages. And as these things take their course, they soon did lose touch.
Now comes the crux of the matter:
Four years after camp, call it Providence, call it a stroke of good luck, but Blake had an urge to contact Kevin.
At that fateful moment, he was about to kill himself; he had written a suicide note and everything.
The sender of the message being her, Kevin told her that he had been seconds away from killing himself. A mortified Blake took it upon herself to talk to him and calm him down. It was a moment of truth.
And as Providence would have it, they began talking again and became friends. Soon over time, the friendship grew into love.
Doesn’t the story sound like something straight out of a sappy rom-com?
Wait for the end.
Honest stories should have simple and honest endings.
This too has the simplest and most honest ending.
So, they fell in love, no surprises.
It has now been 10 years since the fateful phone call, and Kevin couldn’t be more grateful. He said in his proposal to Blake, “I love you. Also, thanks for saving my life.”