A Prelude to Forever

     Thank you for being the person you are, angel.  Thank you for every dream you’ve made come true for me.  Thank you for being my miracle.  Thank you for your infinite love.  Words can never express how much you mean to me, and a million lifetimes wouldn’t be enough to spend together with you.  Happy first anniversary - the prelude to countless more tomorrows for us; the prelude to forever.  There’s nothing I look forward to more than spending the rest of my life with you.  I love you so much James.

 

Blessed

     The elation I felt when you called me to tell me about the good news earlier almost took my breath away.  It’s something we’ve been waiting for and we’ve been looking forward to.  More importantly, it was an important foundation of the future you have so carefully planned and laid out.  And what better time for this blessing to come than the week of our first anniversary.  I’m so proud of you angel.  Indeed, God is good, for He multiplies all our hard work and gives back to us a thousandfold.

Butterflies

     I woke up early this morning to the sound of my phone playing the message alert tune.  Instinctively, I knew, even before I reached for my phone, that it would be you.  The message I received made me smile and reminded me, once again, of how happy you always make me.  When I got up from bed, I had this unexplainable compulsion to know where I was at this exact date last year.  Or rather, where we were.

In the nick of time…

     I thought the month of love would close with me having a broken heart.  But you saved me… right in the nick of time.

Why..?

     Why..?

Whenever

     I have, admittedly, been frequently lonely lately.  As you may have well noticed.  I find it ironic to feel this way when in fact, you always give me so many reasons to be happy.  I don’t like myself much these days.  Oftentimes, I find myself sprawled in my bed and sobbing uncontrollably.  The rational part of me sternly shakes her head, saying this absolutely won’t do.  But the emotional part of me can’t help it.  I can’t help but feel lonely.  And I can’t help but cry.

Star

     He was a star.

     I chanced upon him one night not too long ago. He was perfect. He resided mighty high up in the sky where no mortal can ever reach him; yet his luminosity reached far across heaven and earth. His brightness in the skies was dazzling; juxtaposed with all the heavenly bodies that make up the constellations, his light radiated the most.

Hyper

     First time for me to post an entry so soon after the most recent one.  I think it’s been barely an hour since my last post.  I guess I just wanted to let this all out before I lose grasp of what I’m feeling.

C’est Moi

     I’m someone who isn’t very keen on writing about myself.  I could pen out my thoughts on almost any topic, except for the topic that I, supposedly, know most about.  I guess it’s partly because my thoughts are so preoccupied with the people that I care most about that I have become so used to looking towards others rather than towards myself.  It may be good or bad, depending on the circumstances.  But earlier, when I decided to register for a new photo blog, which I called Romance in Retrospect, I was presented with the opportunity to take a look into a one-way mirror and write about the topic that I, more often than not, steer clear of: me…

Thank you angel…

     Valentines Day and our eleventh month milestone… the day dawned bittersweetly.  Despite two reasons to be happy, there was a pang of loneliness because I knew we wouldn’t be able to see each other.  But like you said, when you love someone, you don’t just show it on any particular day, rather, you show it everyday.  Nevertheless, behind the bliss was a tinge of pain.