Hi all, I have been receiving quite a few personal messages from a few girls here on GaG relating to a post I commented on a few days ago. Most girls wanted to know more about my wife and if its true love, so I thought that instead of responding to everyone individually I would share some of my experiences(minus the juicy bits) you have asked about with my wife with all of you. If you do message me I will try to respond as best I can when I have the time. Please excuse my writing skills…I never fancied the languages at school.
So just to give a bit of background….I’m your typical shy guy, average looking, was living in an apartment who more often than not forgets to take out the trash on Tuesdays. My life up until I met her was pretty much boring….I performed well at school, played sports, musical instruments, graduated from college with a cum laude in engineering, had a successful career and made enough money to live comfortably, and yet I still felt like my life was hollow and empty…sure I had friends and we’d have a blast…parties, golf days, hanging out, and all kinds of great stuff. But there was something missing in my heart that I yearned for everyday….and it all changed the day I saw her for the first time. Below are a few snippets from our life together in no particular order…hope you enjoy it and thanks too all the great compliments i recieved from all of you
1. Our first flight together….feeling her trust
Other than the trust and respect and love for each other, there was one moment for me that sealed our fate... About 4 years into our relationship we took our first long distance flight together. I fondly remember trying to tick her off by fighting for the window seat…obviously…just looking into her eyes was enough for me to surrender my seat, haha. About 2 hours into the flight we had fallen off to sleep and I remember her reaching for my arm…think she was feeling cold…so she threaded her hand through my jacket, up and over my arm before resting her palm on mine... then she proceeded to lightly tug my elbow forward and placed her head softly on my arm and with a few head cuddles nestled in a comfortable warm position….It was in that moment that I felt like she trusted me with her life. I just watched her sleep through the whole flight... and although my arm was numb as hell (and pretty much ready to be amputated, hahaha), i didn't want to move it... It’s the first time I felt physical pain and was happy about it. Everything around me was a blur, I don’t remember anyone from the flight, or heard any voices, or engine noises... I knew then that she was the one I was going to spend my life with... just a simple act that sealed my love for her forever...
2. First time I saw her…
By the way, I’m an engineer turned successful financial fund director…so naturally my life before Syra (that’s her name btw) was just….well….numbers, deadlines, performance, meetings, stress, studying, networking, money, functions…24/7 again and again and again, it really felt like I was a program….just running until expiration. I was very much a city guy working in a tall office building….as for her….she worked in her mums bakery just on the edge of the suburb. As fate would have it there I was one morning walking up to the main entrance to the office building….realizing my colleagues behind me I proceeded to open the door for them and as each walked through was greeted with a “hello”, “good morning”, “thanks”...nothing out of the ordinary I guess….and then….out of nowhere, I heard the sweetest voice say….”Wait please”…so I turned expecting more people….and there she was….THERE SHE WAS….long flowing hair, purple dress with small dots on them, some kind of a large cooking tray in her hand….yelling “wait” towards me….she approached …running…with her heels singing their own tune….flicked her hair aside…walked through….then….turned around, politely bowed her knees, smiled and said, “Thank you, kind sir”….
If only there were words to describe the feeling inside me when she did that….if only I had the right words….I just stood there with a blank stare….I was rendered paralysed. A few seconds later I just felt like I had to go up to her(super unusual for me)…I had too…so I did….chased her down the hallway…and came to rest in front of her….(even though I was taller than her, I felt like a little schoolboy in front of her…and wondered why someone as beautiful as her would want to even talk with me)…I mustered enough courage….I said Hi, and I asked her “Can I help you to carry these trays”….you know what she said….she said…”YES”….I felt like a superhero, like she needed me. It was the best day of my life. After we got married I told her this story and she said she remembered the look on my face…so nervous and I was biting my lips.
3. Our First Trip
I wanted to take her somewhere where we could escape from reality just for a short while so that we could find each other’s hearts. I thought long and hard for weeks and I realized once that she had spoken about staying close to a mountain…so I decided to make it come true….Where else but the highest peak on earth off course…..Mt. Everest. Over the next few weeks I enquired about travelling there and what it would cost and where we would stay. Eventually on the Tibetan side of the mountain range I managed to get accommodation in small cottage for just 4 weeks. As you can imagine being my naughty self I never told her where we were going and on our arrival there she broke down completely and yeah….so did I. The cottage was awesome with basic amenities and a cook kindly organized by the owner of the cottage.
For the next weeks we had no phone calls, no TV, no meetings, no traffic, nothing….just each other. Every morning we would wake up with the sun peeping over the mountain…she’d stretch and I’d yawn, haha….we’d smile at each other and watch as the mountain snow turned from golden brown to white. We’d just lay in bed, staring into each other eyes and whispering crazy things in each other’s ears, haha. I’d play with her hair….she’d walk her fingers over my chest…and tickle me at the end….time was non-existent for us….we’d brush, bath, change clothes….just watching her….it was magic.
During the day we would go on long walks together sometimes talking and other times not so much…shed hold my hand and swing it, and I’d bump her on the shoulder to tick her off….I loved it all….after some time we’ll find a spot and just lay on the ground looking up towards the sky….
In the evenings she’d sit in front of me while I hold her from behind on the wooden deck overlooking the small lake outside the cottage. We’d throw small stones in the lake until the sun got tired of watching us….When the stars joined our company I would hold her hand and teach her the constellations that my mum taught me when I was little one….haha, she once described the night sky as Gods blanket with holes. As the cold crept in…she snuggled closer into my arms…and I’d just hold her ever tighter….until we bid farewell to the stars and retired inside for the night. We’d spend the night learning traditional dishes from our resident cook….before finally settling in for the night.
4. Baking Time
Often times work can be so stressful and seems to sap the energy (or life) from you. I remember once coming home feeling a bit stressed and drained….I just wanted to fall on the bed and sleep…and she knew it somehow…so she told me to come and help her in the kitchen to bake some biscuits....so I figured at least I’ll get some time with her...and just like that I followed her lead….watching her hold my hands and show me how to roll the dough, spread the flour, how to divide the butter in 250 gram sections or like when she’s mixing the dough...she’ll ask me to taste it….and so instinctively I’ll reach for the bowl with my fingers…and pretty much out of nowhere….haha, she lightly whacks my hand....and instead puts her finger in...scoops up some of the dough....and holds her finger right in front of my mouth for me to taste....so I proceed “to taste”...and as I go in she turns her head like she’s not interested, but I can see a bit of that “sneaky smile”...then as quickly as it went it….she twists her finger and rolls it down my bottom lip…and lightly taps it once….and its over(just a moment)….and before I can even give my opinion...she says "It’s Nice hey!"...and then swiftly moves on like nothing happened....leaving my mind time to process the taste of her finger...(about 5 seconds later)…I catch up to reality…and its times like these that I just want to….(and sorry if this sounds inappropriate)….GRAB her by her arms and pull her towards my chest so that our breathing becomes synchronized, hold her neck up towards me…and move her puffy hairstyle out of the way....look straight into her eyes and say….”Syra…I give you my heart….always, ….till the very end”
5. When she cries, my world crumbles
Early Sunday Morning August 5th, I can never forget the tears that rolled down her face…never have a felt so sad in all my life….and so much pain. Eight years prior to the date her father was shot point blank and died early Sunday morning. All through the night I could sense her “uneasiness” but she kept saying its nothing. A few hours after dawn broke, I woke up to find her not in bed, so I rubbed my eyes and called a few times for her…but no answer….I figured she’d probably went downstairs to make herself some tea, as had become the norm. (This next part is so painful to write…Arrrgh!) I’ll never ever forget opening the bathroom door and seeing the tears roll down her face…..(Ah, I can’t write it sorry). I just remember sitting on the floor with her, holding her tightly…she cried and cried and cried into my shoulder until her eyes were red and swollen from all the wiping. It was unbearable for me to sit and to not be able to do anything. She’d hold my hand, then move her head between my shoulders, rub her nose on my sweater, hold my hair….we sat there on the floor for some time just being with each other…and this was probably the first time it felt like we had become one soul in two bodies(not sure if that makes any sense). From that day on I promised myself that I would do everything I could so that she would never have to shed even half a tear.
6. Playing with Love
Oh boy, how we love to tick each other off. She’d put ice down my shirt when I’m helping her in the kitchen(and she’ll laugh and laugh…it’s so amazing to watch her) and I’ll return the favour by taking some flour and brushing her hair with my fingers. Haha, I remember one night after supper we found ourselves on either side of the dining table and she hunkered down and said “come catch me” haha…so I did, running around the house like two kids….bumping into all sorts of furniture….she’d tease me…and so would I...it’s a strange feeling….everything disappeared around me and I could only see her smile….it was bliss….and when I caught her, she gave in completely(no resistance) and just gave me the sweetest naughty smile ever…laughing…I’d just hold her in my arms...swaying from side to side….rubbing our noses together….it was magic…I was alive and feeling life with her. Every moment with her seemed like an eternity of happiness….she’d hide my shoes before work….I’d tickle her till she gave in...Ahhh….she gave me reason to live….
7. Making her happy
Sometimes in marriage it’s the small things that count. I remember towards the end of last year Syra had so many orders at the bakery that she felt a little overwhelmed at times…she never really showed it, but I could feel it in her. I felt like I wanted to help her with some of her work….so I took leave from work for the week….so the next day I pretended to leave for work and instead headed over to her bakery before she got there…parked my car away so she would not notice…and her mum had already opened the bakery for me so I proceeded to the back kitchen to await her arrival. After about 30 minutes, she arrived and was greeted by my mum as normal. She frantically walked through the front of the store so as to get started with all her orders for the day. She opened the back doors and saw me standing with her baking apron on and sleeves folded ready to help….I pointed at myself and said “I”, drew a heart in the air and said “LOVE”, pointed at her and said “YOU”….she bit her upper lip…dropped her shoulders….and saw a few tears roll down her face….seeing her happy made me so happy….she looked beautiful(even with her crazy poof hairstyle)….I told her that I wanted to help her for the week….she was filled with joy to see me…she was unable to speak….haha…she laughed and cried….then held my ear and twisted it lightly…oh yeah and we had a cream/donut fight at the end of the day.
8. Watching her dance
When Syra was younger she learnt to dance from her aunt who used to teach classical and modern dancing and she never mentioned much about it during our courting years. About 3 or 4 months after we got married, one night she had asked me to dance with her outside on our balcony…so I casually mentioned to her that I had no idea how to dance….so she held my hand and we walked out onto the tiles….she’d place my arms around her….then lean towards my ear and softly say “follow me”….so I let her lead and just mirrored her movements….it was amazing being so close to her….I wish we never stopped…after a while I sat down to watch her….there was no music….just her movements….she moved with such grace and elegance…..my eyes fixed on her….my heart longing to feel her…her hair dancing with the wind…it was indescribable…too bad the stars were our only paparazzi
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