When people ask how we met, we always say “at work”. It’s the most concise answer to a story that took about three years to reach its conclusion- us getting married. Truth is he did a double take when he saw me the first time. Yes, I love this part of the story. Hahaha. He was the new guy at the office. Änd we had to take a work trip together. The beginning.
So many times I have wanted to blog down the story of me and k. Just for myself. To remember the details later. To see what words I come up with tell this story- maybe one day to Nadi, if he is interested. It isn’t a romance that will make it to the history books or one that will have anyone weeping with the tragic beauty of it all. It was just a regular old story going along, of people with other people looking forward to other futures when suddenly life took a turn- and you know what they say, you can never see around the bend.
From the early days of friends, it was mostly about msn conversations, random phone calls, drops back and forth sometimes from a meeting and the seamless integration of k into my lot of friends. Everyone claims they could see what was happening. Of course- friends can always see, can’t they? I don’t remember much about those days- fuzzy blurry times but I remember how I felt. Happy. Me. The thing with being in a bad relationshisp is that you forget yourself, what you like doing, what makes you happy. And if you find someone who likes that you, well, lucky you. Lucky me.
I think things changed in essence that day when he gave me a dark blue bottle, filled with silver stars following a conversation about how much I loved stars and wish I could bottle them and keep them. By far the most romantic gesture of my life. I also remember that it was in the midst of an sms conversation (while I was at a product shoot) that he asked me, no, told me, to marry him. I had so many reasons back then to why he and I would not work. I can’t remember even one now.
It’s been three years today to being with him. (And three before that of trying to explain why I couldnt be with him). We write to each other on our anniversary each year- and seal the letters to be opened on the 5th anniversary- little things about the year together that were amazing, or things we want to change in the coming year. I can’t recommend marrying someone who you love enough- but as long as he is also a friend. You need that- because the passion bit has its ups and downs in life- as the kids come and the jobs go, but the friend bit that’s the bit that keeps you warm inside. That keep you gossiping late at night. That makes for the fun times. That makes up for the sad times. These together make it the forever times. Happy 3 years k. I love you. Here is to the beginning, again.