Oh gosh. Where do I start? I cant even use any emojis here, thats another challenge.
I read this quote once by Julie Andrews, Perseverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th. Perseverance. The sound of the word alone already gives me the chills. But it always manages to bring the image of my groom-to-be to mind. I believe that when you look up the word perseverance in the dictionary, you will find his picture. And let me tell you why.
Truth be told, I am not open or showy (at least thats what I think) especially when it comes to my relationship. Any kind. Whether its with my family or my friends, even with the man Im about to marry this weekend. But he deserves some credit, this one. Especially after the amount of things weve (or hes) been through.
Some girls are lucky to be proposed to once. I feel special (or I should feel special) because I was proposed to not once, twice, thrice, but four times. By the same man. Yes, I turned him down the first three times he proposed and finally said Yes! at the fourth. If you ask me why, I really cant remember anymore. Maybe it was because of the situation or maybe because I simply just wasnt ready. I do know that at one point, it was because my parents havent given us the green light yet and so I just held back. But you know, he stayed around. I imagine that other guys wouldnt think twice about running as far as he possibly can away from me, but this cutie-pie of mine never gave up. I can knock him down a thousand times and a thousand times, he will get back on his feet again. I dont take advantage of this (although I must admit that I wish I could at times but I dont). Instead, I choose to see that his love for me is selfless. It was never about his pride as a man; it was always about me and him.
Our relationship has been a bumpy ride, right from the start. We experienced lots of disappointments, disapprovals, confusions, miscommunications Often times I find myself wishing that our relationship could be as smooth and simple as everybody elses. However, now that I am standing here, just a few short hours before I say I do to this one man for the rest of my life, I wouldnt trade our story for the world. This is him. This is me. This is us. It isnt a story straight out of a fairy tale, in fact, its far from it. Ours is a story of perseverance.
Be not afraid of growing slowly. Be afraid only of standing still. Never give up.
Wish us luck!