“We loved with a love that was more than love.” –Edgar Allan Poe
Well, it turned out, I just got married on Sept. 21. It still feels surreal, I’m asking myself, “Am I married?” Because frankly, besides the ring clinging on my finger, I feel like I’m living, hanging out, playing and laughing a lot with my best friend. They said “Fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like first loves, and protect each other like brother and sister – obviously it’s meant to be,” that’s probably true. A more noticeable difference that could tell we are married is now I can poke him after taking wudhu (a certain purification procedure before perform prayer). Then I was like, GOSH, I am a wife!
Beyond all of the intense, fun and pain of dating, meeting the big families, to wedding preparation, and moving out to the apartment, we’re all about thrilled and laughs. Now, I have a singular someone to talk to, to play with, to annoy, to hug and kiss every. single. damn. day.
The fact that I love him, make me feel like I want to cook for him and bring him lunch all the time.
Because I love him, I feel that my soul is naked as he tumbled down my wall.
For the reason that I love him, he makes me feel that I am his world. His only world.
And for the moment of the magic, I knew I love him for the million things he never knew he were doing.
*P.S: Thank you for everyone for the wishes, and for attending my wedding reception party, for the help and support as well as advises for living the newlywed transition (: