Until recently, my wife didn’t know I fell in love with her because of her bikini. I knew her, an area lady who said hello and I also said hi. I knew she was beautiful but beauty turns to ashes so soon and I didn’t know I could get her if I tried.

One day, she posted a short video of herself in a bikini dancing around the pool. The next in the carousel was a photo showing her in all her glory. Her skin glowed. She looked like a model I’d seen in a magazine. I took a screenshot and watched the photo now and then.

The next time when we met, the smiles became wider. The hello didn’t just end with hi. We talked. Small talks that urged me to say, “So when am I seeing you again?”

She was surprised to hear that from me because she hesitated before responding, “You know my house. You have my number too. If you want to see me, you can call. You can even come around without calling.”

Our third date was by the pool. Third date? No, I think the fourth one because I had to beg her for that long before she said yes to a pool date. I don’t know how to swim. She does. She changed into the same bikini I saw in the photos. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. When she realized the gaze was getting intense, she let herself fall into the water, covering the spectacle she was in the pool.

She said yes to my proposal and we dated seriously for eight months. All our dates happened at the pool. Within eight months, I bought nine bikinis for her. I would sit by the pool and watch her swim. I would see guys trying to get her attention. It didn’t bother me because if I were them, I would do the same.

Four years ago, our dating journey ended at the edge of the altar. She couldn’t wear a bikini on her wedding day but that was alright. What she wore made me see her in a different light. A wife. A homemaker. A soon-to-be wife. A gift.

Then the kid started coming. We had three in four years. The first were a twin, a boy and a girl. It changed us. It changed her more than it did me. When the twins were almost two, the third followed. She forgot how to be a girl because she became a mother. She mothered the kids and mothered me too. We’ve become her responsibilities so she has forgotten how to be beautiful; how to wear a bikini.

Not long ago, I asked when we would go to the pool again. She answered, “With what body? Unless I wear kaba and slit because I can’t expose this in public.”

She thinks she’s no longer that girl and it’s true. Childbirth took a lot from her. She gained weight, lost her confidence in her looks and gained a lot of stretch marks in different places. I still see beauty in her and it hurts me she wouldn’t see herself the way I see her.

She told me she was too old to be in a bikini which was sad because she’s only thirty-two. But what I’ve come to accept is that we might not go back to where we used to be again, where she had the body and I had a kink for what she had. Times have changed so I have to accept who we’ve become. And I think this is the reason we have photos. So we can have evidence of the past and let it guide us in our present.

I Called Her Affair Partner And He Said Something I Will Never Forget

When I told her the story about the bikini she said, “So you didn’t marry me because you loved me?”

This is my time to prove that I did love her but that photo was what drew me to her. It was just a catalyst. The rest is what we’ll always have.

— Sarpong

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