love chronicles, on me
To my future husband, we have been brought together by fate.
Our love story is like a puzzle. The pieces are there, we know the final picture, but building it one by one will be a bit challenging and worth it at the same time.
Out of n-billion people on this earth, we met at some point. It was memorable and very simple. Our eyes met and we engaged in a never ending conversation. We talked for hours and we didn’t know when to stop. We feared that the train of thought at that moment would be lost and will not reach our refreshed memories if we resume the next day.
You know that I am a hopeless romantic. You know that I believe in sparks and
love attraction at first sight because you also do. We both believe that two people can really hit it off with “true love” (an abstract term for an effortless connection between two living souls), and we think that it is exactly what we have.
I thank you for loving my tastes in music, for being a fan of my cheap Soundcloud cover songs, for appreciating my fascination for Pinterest and mushy love quotes, for going around my dislike for voice calls and video chats, for understanding my love for K-pop especially Rain, for liking my boyish ways, for tolerating my tantrums, for being able to get that I have this constant need for old-fashioned romance, for always telling me that you will always love me for who I am, for accepting my flaws and embracing them.
Over the years, we have come from weird places and here we are now. You and I. We knew that we found each other despite all the love, betrayal and hurt we had from the past. I love you, the circumstances that brought our paths together, and the forever that we will be.