10 Years and Counting

Today FP and I celebrated our 10th year together. 10 years, who would have thought?

10 years ago, at this time, I’d just gotten my A level results, still unsure of what to do with my life. I was sorely disappointed into not getting into “the coveted University” and was wondering if I should pursue Law as I’ve always planned.

And now, my career has finally stabilized with quite a solid resume (if I should say so myself) and couldn’t be any further than my love of Law – which I truly wanted to take on since my schooling days. To say that my career is relevant to my degree won’t be quite accurate too. I mean how does someone who took up Mass Communication end up doing techy stuff like SEO, Pay-Per-Click and develop a strong interest in digital media?

Somehow things have worked itself out rather strangely, but it is not necessarily a bad thing. And throughout my progression from a lost A Level Cert Holder to Uni Student to Struggling Fresh-grad (who couldnt get a job for the life of her) to landing my first proper job to my down-est moment in my career and finally to an Experience and Established Career Girl – the boyfriend has been there all along. To hold my hand, to guide me through, to give me the extra “push” when I needed it.

Just like how I’ve been there for his Polytechnic graduation, Army Days, 1001 different hobbies that he got bored off as quickly as he got passionate into them, through his career with the government – which consisted of 3 different “chapters” so to say, his decision to take up a part time degree. What I’m trying to say is that we’ve grown up together in the past decade. Today we met after work – him in proper office wear, and me in a dress with a cardigan and flats – and it made me think back of just how much we’ve grown up – individually and together as a couple.

Where were those two kids who had little money, unsure of their future, who wore casual clothes (I wear casual to work almost everyday now, but today I didn’t and it seems especially poignant), who were happy just eating cup noodles and people watch? We could only dream of taking frequent vacations, or even getting nice gadgets/things/clothes. And yet, we were happy.

We’ve somehow become these “adults” with financial stability, who can decide their next holiday destination in a split second, who own nice gadgets bought with our hard-earned money – and most importantly stay happy together throughout it all.

We still hold hands when we walk, and tell each other “I love you” ever so often. We laugh and joke everyday, often laughing at ourselves (and at each other). We make up silly and utterly nonsensical nicknames for each other on an almost daily basis. Strangely, everything still feels so new. Sometimes, even though we speak in English, other people just can’t “get” what we’re on about simply because for a lot of words, there’s a double, even triple meaning to us. It’s as if we made up a new language within the English language. Language-ception, heh.

When we first started, I couldn’t imagine we’d come this far. Not surprising considering my past relationships didn’t even go beyond a year. But we took the leap and without us realizing, 10 years has passed. I know that realistically, we ought to already been married and have a couple of kids by now, but it still hasn’t happened – but I’m happy now. He makes me happy and I’m truly blessed to have been paired with someone who is the polar opposite of me in so many ways, and yet puts me on a pedestal and adores me. Some people are married with kids but are not happy. We can’t predict happiness.

Of course with true love comes a whole load of challenges. And that has been very true for us. But we braved through each and every one of those challenges, holding to each other tightly and came out stronger than before.

I wouldn’t trade the past ten years for anything in the world. And I’m glad I’ve given the best years of my life to you. Thank you for always taking care of me, and loving me that much. Here’s to many more decades ahead. I love you :)

The heart speaks

The feeling that I might have lost him forever seeps through me like a deadly virus.

If he’s gone, then I would be gone too considering how mentally and emotionally connected we are.

He is my entire life, my pillar of support, voice of reason, personal comedy central, handy man, hugging machine, biggest critic and adoring boyfriend.

My heart is literally aching right now. I don’t know where he is, or how he’s been. I miss him terribly.

Last night just before the incident we have been our loving, happy selves. Giggling in the cab, laughing. While watching tv before that, he kissed me at the side of my head and then my lips after he forgave me for being caught up at work. I wish he’d kiss me on my forehead because that’s the best kiss ever. It’s always been my favourite.

Everything in my life reminds me of him. Every small detail. Because that’s the kind of couple we are. We speak of everything, share observations, have opposing yet similar sense of humour. We are made for each other.

How can something so right, so perfect go so completely wrong?

How do I fix something that I wasn’t my fault?

How do I separate myself from the entities that surround me?

Why are we letting an idiotic stranger ruin what we have? That’s what he is, a stranger. One moment that ruined it all for us. Why?

We have gone through bigger tribulations. If we are not meant to be together and not strong as a couple, we wouldn’t have made through that line of fire. But we did. And we emerged as strong as ever – stronger even. And for everyday that we’ve had, I’ve said a little prayer for being given the precious gift of being with you.

Happy memories are running through my mind at top speed. Tears are going down my face, making my nose redder by the second.

I miss you. I really do. I feel like my life has been cut short, it’s as if my life support has been suddenly cut off. Maybe it has. I can’t breathe and my heart is aching. Where are you?

We’ve had visions upon visions of getting married, having kids. Growing old together.

I never told you this but I’ve always thought about a time when you will no longer be strong enough to carry me, or look after me or do crazy things with me due to old age. Then I’d wonder, will we know when we are doing certain things for the absolute last time? Like swinging me around, like you always do. You’d not be able to do that when we turn 60, but let’s say the last time we do it is when we are 45. Would we know then that you will never swing me around after that day?

Nope, we will never know. What if yesterday was the last time we’ll ever kiss. or hold hands. or giggle. or hug. I can’t stand the thought of it. It kills me.

I have always been the one who needs to be looked after. And you have always been looking after me full time, since I am so problematic and clumsy and everything. What would I do now when you won’t be there to look out for me in old age?

You’re the only one I want to spend my life with. Only because at the very core of my heart, I know that you are the one for me. We fit like a glove despite being practically opposites. You feel me up with love, joy and laughter everyday. You care and worry too much about me. We have excellent chemistry that can’t be bought by riches or beauty and I want it to last forever.

We’ve always been strong together. We always go against the odds together, and we always survive.

I’m not taking that fact for granted but all I know is that I need you in my life. It’s so sudden. Like I said, it is as if my life support has been cut off from me, without warning – leaving me to a slow and painful death.

Death. Yes, that seems appealing right now. Honestly.

I love you from the very depths of my heart. It’s such a pity that I cannot fix this by saying sorry, mainly because the problem wasn’t caused by me. I feel helpless because it is caused by a random third party. There’s no way I can fix it, because I will only know how to fix this if I caused it.

So here I am, torn to bits – waiting to see what my fate has in store for me. I hate feeling helpless. I need you back here with me. Holding my hands, hugging me and telling me things are gonna be okay. But the thing is, I don’t even know where you are.

And I also need that kiss on the forehead, which always seems to speak volumes, and in a myriad of languages at any one time. Yes, your kisses on my forehead are magical. Every one of them.

I understand that you might need to be alone, to think things through. But please, when you are ready, come back to me because there’s no one else I’d rather be with then you. I’m begging you, please don’t punish me for something I didn’t do.

I miss you.