She's not all sugar and spice and
everything nice that's for sure. That's my opening salvo and here comes the
dynamite inside. I married Anna 14 years ago. It was a coming together to share
two lives from Venus and Mars (or me Pluto?). It was like trying to smelt two iron bars
together into a melded marital pot; and it sure took some time. And here comes
my glacially evolving point to all this
(so please bear with me).
Anna was 5 years younger when I met
her in school uniform. Yes, you heard it right the first time. We were young
then not by choice. And romantic love is no respecter of age or for that matter
brains; though I can't say I was more mature than her then. I fell for her the
moment I set my eyes on her (it was a
hard fall and I am still floored when I think about it now).
But the connection was nothing
spiritual or magical or spiritually magical. We did not look into a cistern
for some
confirming divine signs or tested God like Gideon did with the wool and dew.
Neither did the cosmic stars collide in an explosive spectacle. I think the
stars were too busy studiously observing their own orbit to even bother. So
coming back, it was definitely love at first sight for me with a tincture of
adolescent sexual wonder on the side (that's a euphemism for that unchristian
word "hormonal").
Our first date was therefore not exactly
made in heaven like most couples would tell you about theirs. But I am sure
Adam and
Eve would have been proud since I had stayed true to their legacy,
that is, when I first set my eyes on Anna, there was no one else. I was
completely swooned by her like a school boy would find indescribable relief
after releasing a bursting bladder held for the longest time. Pardon the bad
analogy but it was an enraptured feeling of being one with her that I cannot
fully describe. Not with words of course but we guys can viscerally relate to
that ecstatic joy of full bladder relief.
Now let's get serious,
bladderly
serious. After the first date, the first go-steady, the first
hand-holding, the first hug, the first kiss and the first will-you-marry-me, we
consummated our love. And no consummation is a private affair. You can't do it
privately for long because as of today, our consummation has resulted in three
boisterous spawn of our loins with the youngest being the chattiest and also
our most beloved consummation intervener. Pardon again for the unsolicited
details.
At this point, I guess the
stranger
would be hoping that I switch seats to somewhere else. But here is how
I end our brief encounter. Here is where I make up for lost time. It is the
part about why I love Anna. I love her and still do and will always do. She is
not perfect because a perfect life partner would only make me overweeningly
unbearable to her. It would turn living together into a burden of accommodation
like bearing with a perpetual spoilt brat.
So we are imperfect. The smelting
iron is still sharpening each other,
sometimes with more heat and sparks than
is desired. But everyday since that day at the altar has been a transforming
reality for me. I am dying to say here that Anna completes me but that would sound
like a corny rip-off from Taylor Swift's endless guitar-riffed love ballad.
However, blush or no blush, Anna completes me. She fits me snugly. When the
officiating pastor declared that the two shall be one, he was not just tossing
the scripture around like a used tissue. He was not joking. It's
true. The two
are becoming one; it's an everyday conjoining reality, a synergy of sorts.
In fact, I was in the train the other
day and this thought suddenly rushed up to me with bladderly emergency: "Anna still looks as beautiful to me as the
first time I said I do to her." And I would repeat that under oath
even now. I swear. It was not even a
thought I was thinking or pondering about at that time. It just came, unbidden.
It was in my face. I would think a 14-year marriage would not be too
preoccupied with such
prepubescent romantic notion but it popped out
nevertheless and out of the mystic blue.
Maybe my heart is trying to tell me
that the two-in-one synergy is working out just swimmingly and there is more
than enough of this synergy between us to continue in this life's journey together. Maybe my heart is trying to tell me that I have found my
soulmate and her name is Anna. Maybe she's a keeper and my lover for life. Maybe, just maybe, "maybe"
is a front for that resonating passion I
am feeling for Anna as I share this
with a stranger.
Well, I guess that's how much I love
Anna, my wife, my partner-in-arms, my love riot, my better half, and my journey
companion. I trust I got the stranger's attention and have done my bit to
describe my love for my wife in the best way I know how. In the brevity of time
of this encounter, I hope the stranger will go away inspired to pass on this
little love story to another stranger he meets along the road to finding
enduring love. Cheerz.
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