I know it’s weird me calling you that when I still question fate if you exist.
I’m still hoping for you to turn up or us to cross each other’s path.
Have all those romantic dates my head weaved and plans along with my heart.
Anyways, figuring with how life is at the moment, I’m still finding myself, and somehow I think its not time for us to yet meet and create our history. So I’m being patient.
But here’s something I’d like to share, if at all I forget to do so in the future when I might be tongue tied.
Today Dad came to me, with a bowl, on which was inscribed something sweet from a wellwisher .
It was like this ” Wishing you Mr. & Mrs Rodrigues a very happy and prosperous married life. dated 30.may.1987 ”
I could see the surprise on my dad’s face to hold that bowl and smile.
I think i quite know what went in his mind.
‘It is amazing that the bowl survived all these years, and it still is as good as new, not just that bowl, knowing my mom she will have tons of things preserved and taken care of. ‘
My point here is, it’s not just the things, it is them, their love, their marriage, that has survived 7+30=37 years. It’s brilliant and I know that it will survive their eternity.
I want this. If I do get married then, it will only be for this,
a love that can survive all the ups and downs in life, a love that becomes the very home we live in, a love that is consuming, passionate and deeply understanding, a love that is not blinded by trust but founded on strong faith , a love like this.
When we do meet, can we try to have this.
My dad’s patience and my mom’s selfless nature along with their love together survived all 37 yrs could bring to them.
What will ours be like ? will it make our kids want to have the same, like I yearn for what my parents have, nothing less.
Your’s in God’s time,