I have always thought that people getting married is nothing short of a miracle.
With 7 billion people in this world, how can two people find their way to each other’s arms? With 7 billion possible wrongs, how can two people find the only one that’s right for them? With 7 billion options, how can two people know which one to choose?
And it’s not science.
There is no process that people can follow, a set of steps that has been tested and retested in a lab. It’s all faith.
It all boils down to believing that the love you feel is the kind that can endure all things and that the person you have with you will endure it all with you.
It’s all faith. There are no warrantees.
It’s all courage. It is in the knowing that there is a possibility you could be giving it your all and still come out beaten, bloodied and all broken but you still rush to it. Willing to bleed, willing to get hurt… all because the person you are holding is worth all the pain.
It’s faith and courage. There are no certainties.
That’s why when I found you, I know that I’m not just witnessing a miracle, I’m in one.
Of the 7 billion people here on Earth, I found you… the one for me… the one I want to hold for the rest of my life… the one person I want next to me in my happiest and loneliest times.
It was almost as if I didn’t need faith… I didn’t need courage… I am certain… I am sure… it’s you… it’s us… forever.
I never imagined that I would become a part of a miracle. I never thought that I would actually know what love is.
It’s so pure… it’s so gentle… it’s almost like a myth… so unhaveable.
That why I knew I can never let you go. I want you to be my wife… my partner… my other half for the rest of my life.
You are my miracle…
… but I’m not yours.
I had faith in us… I had the courage to go through… and now… I have nothing.