mronich

It always has to be "her". What about me? "Her" happiness "Her" sanity. "Her" feelings. "Her" life. "Her" story. "Her" time. "Her" choice. All "her" and no "me". But I should know better. Love is supposed to be the other. It's not about me. I am not supposed to project my own welfare to the person I am loving. Love isn't supposed to be like that. Love is about her, just as it is about me. Her happiness. Her sanity. Her feelings. Her life. Her story. Her time. Her choice. They all matter. Without the "her", the only thing I am loving is a projection of what "me" wants. I am loving "her", a person with her own decisions in life. In no way love is about forcing her to act or think in the way I want her to be. She is free to do what she wants, and that's what I love her for. I just wish she thinks the same way I do. I jus...

It was supposed to be the happiest day in recent memory. To be honest, I did feel happiness while it lasted. I just wished it never ended. I remember picking the best barong for the occasion, making sure that it matches my black slacks for the evening. Every inch of my clothing was pressed for creases. The most expensive perfume was misted towards every surface of my skin. I even polished my leather shoes to perfection, leaving no spot dull. I also did my hair for the first time in years. You liked it when I style my hair in a quiff, so I did. I assured myself, "Today will be the best.", and I sure wasn't disappointed. As I walked down the center aisle, I made a few, quick glances behind me. For sure, it made an impression of me being restless, and rightly so. The faces were familiar, but blurred. All I can think of is you. When I finally caught a glimpse of your veil, I felt my heart with it's undecipherable cry, pounding loudly. I have never felt so animated in...