Wednesday, 2 August 2006

love and marriage


I really like this poem.

His hello was the end of her endings.
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.
His hand would be hers to hold forever,
His forever was as simple as her smile.
He said she was what was missing,
She said instantly she knew.
She was a question to be answered,
And his answer was I do.

:: Carrie Bradshaw, SATC.

One of my best friends got engaged last night! Love is definitely in the air this winter—my sister got engaged recently too. I belong to a diamond. The four of us are a tight-knit group with similar yet distinct personalities. Spending so much time together has intertwined our traits, but our differences add spice, making our foursome oh-so-awesome.

A few years ago, we jokingly predicted who among us would be the first down the aisle and who would be the last. The one who got engaged last night was voted most likely to be last. She protested, reminding us that she was single while the rest of us had long-term boyfriends at the time. The twist? She’s only been with her fiancĂ© for under a year. She sure showed us that when it comes to love and security, time means nothing.

My best friend's engagement has reignited my old debate about the importance of timing in relationships. It’s pretty inspiring to see two people who are confident they want to spend the rest of their lives together—especially after dating for just nine months (though he did buy the ring at the six-month mark). There are so many factors to consider before taking the plunge: mutual faith, age, length of dating, financial stability—these all intertwine with work, family, and other commitments. Do we really need to tick off every box before committing? Maybe, just this once, we should toss the checklist and follow our hearts.

winter blues

I'm starting to feel winter's icy grip; the chills are creeping in. For the past month, I've had that warm and fuzzy feeling to wake me up every morning. This week, though, hasn't been so peachy; the giddiness and butterflies have vanished, leaving me with an empty void. Maybe I should just chalk these feelings up to PMS.

The BF is lucky to be out of town, dodging the storm, and how convenient that his phone battery went flat right in the middle of my PMS meltdown!