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December 06, 2005
Remembering Love
I think more and more so, growing up is becoming an affair that is increasingly personal and enjoyable for me. It's not my birthday but it's just that my coming-of-age has been more apparent to me of late. It is the presence of God I can dwell in. It's the little comforts I'm beginning to appreciate - time with my family and loved ones, valuable conversations and keeping people close to my heart, close by my side. It's being content with what I have: trying my best at a great job, feeling comfortable in my own skin and space, not having that fascinating need to be part of any crowd anymore.
And I think it's also growing into a partnership with someone you love and who loves you back; and realising that love is something like how your mother always describes - love is a verb. And you don't need to feel pain or anguish, you don't have to play mindgames or demand nonsensically, you don't have to pine, whine and die everyday. Love is growing in faith, trust and joy. And growing into a partnership of love just makes one realise everything around you makes sense. And you know you can be better and your ride in life is full of wonder because someone's on the ride with you. That you are here, in this world, not alone. But as an individual, you are strong, you are special, you are loved and you can love. And yes, cliche, but you can make that difference.
So, this is for the strange strange boy whom I felt was utterly strange - I thought you strange when I first met you. I thought you strangely adorable when you took to people so well. I thought you strangely amazing to be downright friendly and humble. I thought it strange you kept appearing on my mind. I thought you strange as we walked down Orchard for drinks under the starlit cafe. I thought it strange you acquiesced to my stranger craving for teochew porridge and brought me to a land faraway for it. I thought it strange we enjoyed walking endlessly through the obscure streets of Singapore. I thought you strange to bring a girl to see the sun set. I thought you strange to be in love with me. I thought you too good to be true. I still think you are too good to be true, but I don't think you are so strange anymore. But, here's to you, I am glad you are in my life.
Posted by lainey at December 6, 2005 02:00 PM