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A Mystery

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It will always remain a mystery: how the universe brought us together.

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An Open Letter from the Man Who Loves You

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To those who are waiting for “the knight in shining armor” / “Mr. Right” / “THE One”… I understand all that you’ve been through, for I have once been there too. I know how it feels like to sit quietly in the corner, waiting for him to notice you. It’s also familiar to me, the feeling of butterflies in the stomach, that topsy-turvy, roller-coaster feeling that gets you giddy all over. That nervousness and loss of words when he finally talks to you. Oh my, that high school romance. From the first crush, to the first love, to the first heartbreak, I know the thrill, the joy and the pain of it all.

This is an open letter, from the man will love you unconditionally. No, this kind of love is beautiful, and does NOT exist only in paperback books, novels and movies. Just wait, you will see.


Hello beautiful,

You look so peaceful in your sleep tonight, I am tempted to wake you up just to say how much I love you. That’s why I’m writing this letter to you instead, so you could read it in the morning; hoping it would be enough to let you know how truly blessed I am that the first blessing I see when I wake up is you.

We’ve been married for three years now, has time really gone by that quickly? It seems like just yesterday when we said “I Do”.

Yesterday, I woke up and saw you with your messy hair spread on the pillows. I smiled at the way the sides of your lips twitch adorably as you sleep. As the sunlight hits your beautiful face, I notice the faint signs of wrinkling around your eyes, it saddens me to think how we can never be the same age twice. I brush your cheek lightly and smile, because I know that no matter how you look many years from now, you will always have those eyes full of life and laughter; and that heart overflowing with kindness. We may never be the same age twice, but I choose to grow every second older with no one else but you. My beautiful wife, I want to let you know, that from the moment I wake up until I lay down to sleep, my heart is full of nothing more but love for you.

I think back to the time we were at the park several years ago. I consider that summer to be the very definition of perfect. You were in a simple blue sundress with your hair tied up in a ponytail. You looked absolutely beautiful ─ as you still are today, if not even more so. I was watching you happily savouring the vanilla ice cream cone I bought you; like it was the best thing in the world. I guess that’s one of the many qualities I adore about you ─ you love the simple things.

As we were slowly approaching the end of the park, I grew quiet as I realized our day together would soon come to an end. I knew it would take days before I could be with you again. I looked at you as you were talking about your dream to open a café someday. You were narrating with such eagerness and passion, it surprises me how you could visualize it with such detail. You went on animatedly: “The café will be a little rustic with wooden interiors and a slightly industrial look. Oh, of course an herb garden out front for you to grow too!”

My heart did a little summersault. You knew I loved to garden and hope to start my own farm someday, I was happy that you did not forget. But I was happier when you mentioned it was not just your café, but ours. I was part of your dream. The same way I dream of spending my future with you.

I imagined life without hearing the sound of your voice, without knowing how you are or without holding you in my arms. That day I knew I couldn’t see my tomorrows without you in it, the beautiful, simple girl I fell deeply, unconditionally in love with. My love, aside from our wedding, that day in the park would be the second best day of my life because that was when I asked you to be my Forever.

I’m whisked back from my reverie and I’m watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. Within it is your heart; faithful, gentle, fragile and ageless. Darling, I know I have wronged you countless times. I have promised to keep you happy for the rest of our lives, to take care of your precious heart; yet here I am being the source of your pain, too. I am asking for your forgiveness for the times I overlook the little sacrifices you make, the moments I have neglected spending time with you and the ways I have hurt you without realizing until it’s too late.

When we fight, I know that you cry secretly at night with your tears soaking the pillow. It is during these times when I ache within, wanting to reach out, to hold you, to let you know you are not alone. I am in bed right next to you, yet I never do, thinking you might “need some time alone”. I realize just now that you’ve spent enough years on your own, it is selfish of me to put you back into that place. I am here with you now, through the joy and the pain, there is no need to leave you alone to suffer the way you did. I want to say I’m truly sorry, for all that and more, and I am thankful, that your heart never ceased loving me through it all.

I look down and gently touch your hand. I see the trail of white patches on your fingertips, it has spread a little bit more now, like it does every passing day. You call this a disease and a cause of your physical insecurities. You even had it checked by the doctor to find ways to stop the spreading, but to no avail. My love, stop looking for ways to conform to the world’s standards of beauty. Each day I would kiss your fingers, look you in the eye and tell you that you are the most beautiful woman in the world.  Your “imperfections” are beautiful. I is a part of you, it makes you unique, it’s an abstract artwork that only those who understand you would know how to love and appreciate.

I want you to know that I love everything about you. I love how expressive your eyes are, when you’re sad or when you’re happy. I love how your nose would twitch when you smell food. I love how perfectly your hand fits into mine. And I love how the patches on your skin make you uniquely, insanely and perfectly beautiful.

I wonder if you’ve ever felt this overflow of emotions. The mixture of joy, wistfulness, pain and love all at the same time. Right now there is nothing more in the world I want to do than to make you happy. I want to be the reason for the smile on your face, I want to be there for you in your achievements, I want my arms to be your “home” and I want to hold your hand as we go through life together.

Do you remember when we were younger how we looked for love? We believed that the sooner we ease the loneliness, the happier we will be. We were so young and naïve, always wanting, always looking, but never really finding. It took us the worst heartache before we finally learned the hardest lesson of all ─ waiting. We’ve been friends for a long time, but it took three long years before our paths crossed again. It is as they say: Love comes not when you are lonely, but when you are ready. Right now seeing you next to me and having you as a part of my life, I can proudly say you are worth every second of the wait.

I confess I may not be the perfect husband at times but one thing I promise you is that I will love you with every fibre of my being. I can never thank the Lord enough for entrusting you to me. You are my every hope, my dream and my answered prayer.

I know life isn’t meant to be perfect, not even our lives as a married couple. But one thing I know for sure, is that God gave you to me, to care for you every minute of the day, to love you despite all your moodiness, to give way in arguments, to be patient during misunderstandings and to support you in your dreams.

You might ask why I wrote a letter to you out of the blue. There is no need for an occasion to say “Thank you” for being a part of my life. I love you so much more than this letter could ever express.

You are everything I have asked God for and more. I am truly blessed beyond measure.

Loving you more each day,

Your husband.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

New International Version (NIV)

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.


 

XO,

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Love is Waiting for God’s Best

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I stare blankly at the computer screen right now as I figure out what to say. I want to write about LOVE, but I don’t know what to say about it – and I wish I did.

I’ll try. Here goes.

I’ve always wanted to have that kind of love that people write novels about. Don’t we all?

I believed that love letters, kisses under the stars, romantic strolls in the park, and just being flat-out-crazy-in-love are nothing more than just works of fiction. But then again, can there be a fiction without a reality? Can these fictional definitions of love actually be true?

Love is so strong that if two souls are truly meant to be, they will find a way to be together (Danielle Steele, Until the End of Time).  Love looks past all sicknesses, weaknesses and human limitations (John Green, The Fault in Our Stars).  Love also defies all laws known to human science, and reverses the somewhat irreversible (Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook). True love is also something not even death could put and end to (Cecelia Ahern, P.S I Love You).

I have read so many romantic novels like these before, and the concept of “LOVE” isn’t foreign to me. However, looking back to my teenage years, I suppose, if anything, it gave me false hope and reinforced my hunger to feel loved, to be special in someone’s eyes and to be accepted for who I am. Isn’t that what we all desire? I just noticed now, how “me”-centered this all is.

Soon after a series of heartbreaks and loss, I learned that sometimes the kind of love we look for can be found lying on the bookstore shelves. Save yourself the time and the heartbreak, read a Nicholas Sparks book instead.

Kidding aside, now I am no longer blinded by false ideals of what love should be like based on novels. I’ve settled to wait for God’s Best. For those who aren’t familiar with the term:

Waiting for God’s Best: Never compromising your standards in finding a life-partner, while patiently awaiting God’s best match for you.

More on this here: God’s Best or All the Rest?

With God’s Best….

You don’t ALWAYS have to be doing something. Movies? Dinner-dates? Shopping? Sometimes love is simply finding comfort in doing NOTHING together.

You don’t run after the butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling. Rather it’s about waiting for the butterfly to come at the right time.

Missed opportunity? Love is about letting go. Half the time is about waiting, the other is about trusting God and His purposes. If they return, it’s because they were meant for you from the start.

Love is not perfect, it’s about two people knowing perfection in what they are as one. Just be the best while praying for the best.

Can those cheezy romantic-novel scenes actually happen? Yup, they can. But not in the way you would imagine. Let the moment work it’s own magic. After all, God is the author of your love story.

There is peace. Deep down in your heart, you just know God is the One who made your paths cross.

Don’t expect God’s Best to be perfect. They will have some cracks and dents, but it’s about accepting the person for who they are in the past, present and future.

You can simply be yourself. Pimples? Something stuck in your teeth? Bad hair day? God’s best wouldn’t care. They will look beyond all that and love you anyway.

 

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Choose.

God’s best or all the rest?

 

X,

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