I used to picture out love like stars in the sky – shiny and extravagant. I used to believe that it will give us endless and constant butterflies in our stomach. I have pictured a fairy tale kind of love story. I have always been a damsel in distress waiting for a knight in shining armor to save me from the mess I am in. I imagined someone who will give me the moon and the stars in the sky. Who will do whatever it takes to win my heart. Who loves me like I have never been loved before.
I imagined waking up with flowers everyday. I imagined having someone whom I can call anytime of the day when I feel like the whole world is against me. I imagined myself never having to eat alone. I have always thought that it would put an end to my late night emotional breakdown when things get rough. I imagined seeing the world with the most important person beside me. I imagined someone who sees the best in me even at my worst. I imagined everyday reassurance and affirmation that I am doing just fine; that I am enough. I imagined love to be perfect and too big to contain. I have always thought that love’s extravagance will sweep me off my feet and will keep me wanting for more. I have dreamed of my happily ever after even before I met a prince.
I have waited twenty nine long years to get a taste of this thing called love. It was never a priority to me. I was contented with the company of family and friends. I am a strong and independent woman; a princess who wasn’t owned by a prince. I spent twenty nine years of solittude and for a time, I thought that I will never need a man to make my life more meaningful. Until one day, unexpectedly, someone brave enough knocked on my heart’s door and crashed the walls I have built around my heart for the past years of total independence. There he was, smiling the sweetest, his dimples making it a lot more sweeter.
Being new to it made it very challenging. I got a taste of what love is really all about. It’s not a walk in the park. It’s not about smelling flowers. It’s not about being in cloud nine. Butterflies in the stomach aren’t always there but a physically painful heartache is as real as it can be. I spent most nights crying. I have doubted and blamed myself. I have felt love sliding through my grasp. I had let go of it once no matter how much I wanted to keep it.
But love has its own way of finding its way back. Fortunately, God blessed the broken road and lead it back to where it should be.
Though I still secretly long for the extragance of love, I have also realized the warmth little things bring.
I value quality time. A lot. I believe quality time opens the door to more heartwarming moments. Togetherness brings comfort – the feeling of safety. Like nothing can harm you.
I love crashing into my Love’s arms when I am having a bad day.
I love overcoming challenges with him.
I love building dreams with him.
I love being enveloped in his arms. That’s the safest place I would want to be in.
I love reading little notes from him.
I love daily breakfast supply; not the food but the effort he puts in preparing it.
I love it when he holds my hand while he drives and when he kisses it everytime the traffic light turns red.
I love when we sing along together in the car.
I love sharing many good meals with him.
I love it whenever we talk about the future that seems so bright. It makes me wanna travel to the future as fast as I can.
I love it whenever I win over sleep because I know sleep for him is like air. It is essential to life.
I love sitting on the couch with him laughing at the silly things Vice Ganda says.
I love being silly with him and laughing with him.
I love our movie nights.
I love cuddling with him. I am always at peace.
I love seeing our picture as his wallpaper.
I love it whenever he encourages me to do something I believe I can’t.
I love knowing he’s excited to meet my family and friends.
I love how he makes me feel that his family is my family too.
I love how he looks forward in building our own family.
I love it whenever he silence my irrational thoughts and reminds me to have a little more faith in our love.
I love randome ILOVEYOUs.
I love seeing him happy. I love it whenever he smiles.
I love it whenever he assures me that he will love me despite my double chin and extra belly fat.
I love it whenever he surprises me with my favorite ice cream.
I love waking up to sweet good morning messages even though the sweetest goodnight message from last night is still fresh in my memory.
I love the little things he does for me.
I love every little thing we share.
I love having him around.
I love having him.
I love him.
The little things. The little moments. They are not little. They are truly the big things.
This is the only love I am longing for. Simple but heartwarming, assuring, understanding, accepting. Imperfect but real.
We owe it to the little things.