I will never forget that day.
It was Sunday. 5am.
I did not have any reason to be awake at that moment. But instinctively I did.
I rose from slumber. And reached for my phone.
10 missed call from him. A sense of panic swept through me.
I often wonder. Had I not answer to his call. Had I not searched high and low for him. Had I not wrapped my arms around him when I found him in a shabby guesthouse, dejected. What would we become today?
He would tell you how I have saved his life. For me, he was the one who saved mine.
We were brought together in a peculiar way. What an average couple would experience, we had it in fast track. And the ironic thing is, we are actually doing it very well. As though it was meant to be.
Perfect timing would sound too cliche if there were birds singing, bed of roses to lie on and lavender scent to fill the air.
No, it wasn’t like that.
There were demons with watchful eyes, bed full of torn and mouldy scent. Yet, albeit the imperfect timing, it seemed like a perfect timing for both of us. Perhaps this is the eleventh hour as they called it. Darkness before the break of dawn, to a new beginning of all the beautiful moments in life.
Have you ever struggle to answer to this question…”Why do you love me”.
I did. Many times. With the others.
But when it comes to him. All I can say is that loving him is the most natural thing to do.
I love him because he is the most amazing guy I’ve ever met. He is smart, ambitious, hard working, witty and charming at the same time.
I love him because he is my best friend. And that we can talk about anything under the sun.
I love him because he makes me feel safe. I love him for holding my hands all the time, even during slumber when we were laying side by side on the bed.
I love him because he helped me see the ugly side of me, and makes me want to be a better person. Especially when I am rude, impatient, unreasonable and selfish to the people around me.
I love him because he shows his love with action. Like waking up early in the morning to walk me to the train station everyday and whispering in my ear that he loves me every night when he climbed into bed after me.
I love him because he live his life with passion. Down to the omelette he was making.
I love him because he is my soulmate.
I love him because its the most natural thing to do.