A One Year-Old Bonding

I was having a brief and light conversation with my boyfriend about how to create more memorable stories, create sparks in our relationship, and make better plans for our future. What I deeply appreciate about him is that he never ceases making plans for us as if he knows exactly where we're going, the potential issues we are going to face, how to cope with hard conversations, and many more. Reassurance, emotional support, and acts of service speak louder than just words.

In lieu of the conversation, we had opposite points of view on how we would build healthy relationships and bondings in marriage while each of us is trying our best to achieve our goals. In addition, I am aware of his endeavors to listen more, to be more transparent in making decisions, to welcome discussions, to work collaboratively, and to articulate what we feel and what we think about assertively. We want to find the best route that could accommodate our needs in particular.

There was a funny moment when I suddenly told him that we had been together for 8 months. We planned a rendezvous for dinner on the midweek. Unfortunately, we need to reschedule since the work pile needs to be done as soon as possible. While giggling, he instantly corrected the counting. He reminded me that we had been together for more than a year today. Frankly speaking, I did not expect him to remember about it. According to him, we had never rekindled, we never had a break. When I was not around him, he kept praying for me, at least so I still could breathe the same air as he had, walk under the same glaring sun, and keep the little memories we shared in the orphanage house, the laughter we had in the restaurants, the dinner he cooked for me, the hand-holding when we strolled around the supermarket, the video calls when I was preparing my Montessori essays and exams, the small fights when I felt annoyed, and the tears when I told him I was frightened and needed his assistance. 

This young man, he was a stranger and now becomes one of my support systems. He becomes one of the reasons I need to survive, to grow, to be a better woman each day, and to live my life fully. I pray for him, his meaningful life, his restless efforts to make his dreams come true, his independence and freedom, and his integrity as a human. He becomes one of the pillars that scaffolds me to stand straight and make it through the rain.

Merci beaucoup, mon amour.