So
today’s blog is a bit different. I am not sure if it qualifies for The Aisle but enjoy it (or try to) anyway. I just got this story and tried to capture it as best as I can in the
words it was told. Took the title from a movie I saw over the weekend 'The Terminal"(plot totally different)
So have
you ever thought of marrying someone so bad that you choke and cry just
thinking of her? The emotions you feel when she pops into your head is that of
so much happiness, joy, peace, reassurance that no matters what happens, she is
your anchor. She is the reason you will do shit that makes no sense but still
think it is okay?
Now this
is one girl who has been there for me all through the bad times. First I wanted
her as my best friend, and then she wanted me as her lover now all I can think
of is how to make her happy and keep her deified and untouched by no one. All I
can think of is how to make her happy but I cannot and it makes me deeply sad.
That is
how fucked up I am right now. My thoughts are a mess but I am not confused; I
am clear as to whom I am and what I want to do. I want to marry her not fuck
her. I want to be the one she comes back to every day and tells about ups,
downs and mysteries that run in her head. I want to be the one who provides
answers to her troubles.
Now you
see, we are two girly girls. We are not what the society stereotypes but we are
still what most of them reject simply because they do not understand how we
feel. Is it strange that we love dick but love each other more?
When I
think of marriage, when I think of that one person I’ll rather grow old with,
watch poop, watch get sick and get well, when I think of laughter and legs
outstretched and interlocking each other in the Zanzibar sun, all I think of is
her.
