The Funny Thing Called Love

My boyfriend Edd has recently posted an interesting read on the definitions of being in love, being loved and on top of all, LOVE in its highest form. Mine wouldn’t be as academic, but more on what I felt, what I have learnt and observed. Funny thing is, I am definitely no expert. My entire relationship (which was mostly long distance) had left me no option but to have faith and patience on the possibilities that may come.
It would be entirely devastating for me to relive the moments when I was back in Matrix. Being the eldest of two girls had not prepared me enough. Creatures of the opposite sex seemed alien back then, they were so intimidating, I was never comfortable around them. My lips would usually turn dry, and my throat would close up. Face burn incidents would be considered as a norm and hence, communication was impossible.
Being mostly shy and awkward, MiRC seemed to be the perfect world to find new friends, on top of keeping track of old ones, right after SPM. Never did I knew that it was where I would meet him. Quiet and mysterious, it never occurred to me that he would be the one.
The typical a/s/l introduction normally would tick me off from the start. But he was different in a lot of ways. We took our time expressing ourselves, talking about mostly anything, not getting into too much details about each other and I remember that it took me a while (after a few encounters) that I discovered what his name was. I was instantly hooked.
A traditionalist and shy in a lot of ways, I would normally wait patiently for him to greet me hello. Promising myself that I would never let him know how I would miss talking to him when daylight appears and when he was gone. We would spend hours on the internet chatting and laughing. I would normally tease him for being such a health freak (from the way he expressed himself I could tell he was a jock who played basketball) and I secretly hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t be too cute and out of my league.
Almost easily, dreams, hopes and fears were shared. After a few months of staying up late in the wee hours of practically every night talking, it was not until I had to leave for matrix that he decided to call. I was thrilled. Edd always took his time. From the very beginning I noticed that he never makes any decision in haste. Because of that, it was not until about a year later that I met him in person. I remember that it was practically the happiest day of my life. How perfect and adorable he was in his white t-shirt, jeans and shades, smiling at me for the first time. I couldn’t even find the courage to look at him in the eyes and flash him a smile. I was too shy.
Now eight years later, I could see that we have come a long way. Somehow, being with him, I always felt that I need to be the best that I can be. Each day passes and my love for him deepened. I knew in my heart that I have to be prepared for any heartbreak or disappointments. Recent tragedies had in a way affected me to be cynical towards love and romance, but promises were kept, and he stuck around, even during the most difficult of times. He was and still is my mentor, my rock, my guardian angel.
And I pray to Almighty God that I would soon be officially his.
Amin.