I can only give you love that lasts forever,
And a promise to be near each time you call,
And the only heart I own,
For you and you alone,
That’s all, that’s all…
The 20th marked yet another milestone in our lives, as the mister and I celebrated two and a half years of walking astride each other, pledging unflinching faith and relentless support. Looking back, as cliched as it may sound, it seemed only yesterday that we waxed lyrical on life’s melancholy and its beauty on poetic prose and verses over Friendster.
Yes, we are one of the many couples that embraced the anonymity-to-a-certain-extent nature of the webworld, and lounged in the comforts of our seats while witnessing the exchange of words through synchronised hypertexts and emoticons parenthesised with asterisks. Even though the ‘initiating’ factor in our relationship, if I may call it that, revolved around the arts/poetry, it very soon paved its way to non-sequitur conversations on our addiction to lime-flavoured Mentos Cool Chews, our “FREAKY THINGS ABOUND!!!” moments, as well as hilarious exchanges that no one quite understands, ‘cept for us.
And who can ever forget that monumental moment, when an innocent 20-question game which began as a crash course of knowing more about each other slowly (which included him being a cat-owner/lover, and me being a “fraidycat”, as he called it), became a lil more than that. And sooner than our we-have-lotsa-things-in-common selves bestowed us the title of twinnies, our hearts were secretly entwined and had more in plan for us.
And 30 months on, after all that he has been to me, and after all that he has done for me, all I can possibly offer in return is my whole-hearted love, a box filled with paper hearts containing 30 things I love about him, and a huge chocolate chip cookie cake for this lil cookie monster of mine.