I really never imagined that one day I will be able to walk down the isle and carry a baby in my tummy. But look at me now, I am walking down the isle, with a blessing baby in my tummy. I remember always telling my bestfriends that I can’t see my future in the LOVE Department. For a long time, exactly 24 years, 5 months, 21 days and 22 hours – I’ve been single - I belong to that NBSB association. However, this had changed when I met this Mr. Something. To make this short love story shorter, I fell in love, fell in lust and then VIOLA! I am gonna tie the knot and have a bun in the oven.
I consider myself as a romantic gal – together with bestfriend and my cousins, we shared ideas regarding love, sex and life. I learned so many things in love not by experienced but by just simply reading books – Pocket books – Genre: Romance. I’ve learned how exhilarating love is, I’ve imagined how to be loved and loved. To make it simple, it made me feel in love with the idea of love. Maybe being addicted to this kind of book made me create a perfect, ideal and wonderful image of love. I started to create a yardstick of love; created a figure of that someone I want to be with in the future; and envisioned many thoughts regarding love – some are shallow, others are deep.
But, all of this changed when I met this Mr. Something, as I was saying. It was different. He may not be perfect, but his imperfection made him more HUMAN, more REAL, more GENUINE.
Ours is whirlwind, we just met 6 months ago, but it seems like 6 decades. I’ve learned to accept his weaknesses. He had helped me to overcome my fears and inhibitions, at the same time, helped me to recover my long lost self-esteem and confidence. For he willingly accept all of my flaws and made me feel that those flaws didn’t mar my personality.
For Mr. Something, thank you. Thank you for EVERYTHING. Thank you for the love, understanding and kindness. Thank you for making me feel special. Thank you for being source of strengths. Thank you for being my number 1 fan and critic. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for the love. I know this might sound cliché and corny, but please don’t change. I love you…