Post-Wedding Musings

I'm a wife. 

Waifu, according to him.

It’s a strange thought, the idea of marriage. 

I’ve always seen it as a religious and social construct, something upon which to build a family on, to bind two individuals with legal means so they would share certain responsibilities of a sort. Honestly, in my head, marriage didn’t seem essential to be together with someone I already felt so comfortable with, and that we could have easily gone on the way we were then. 

I’m not against the idea of marriage, just that for some reason it has always seemed rather alien. 

My tongue stumbles on the word husband, even as I wake next to you, for my heart has no words for the relationship that we have. 

“Your heart and my heart, are very, very old friends.” –Hafiz 

This seems apt. 

We seem like long lost friends who lost each other and have only found each other once more. I cannot find words for that. 

All I know is I am thankful. 

Thankful for the journey that we've had, through our ups and downs. Thankful for the support of those who have stood behind us, unwavering in their faith. Thankful for those who helped us for our wedding, in their support and their joy helping us celebrate our union.

I am so, so thankful. 

Getting Married

I hated my nose.

Then I met a man who loved the things that I hated about my physical appearances.

Needless to say, we will be getting married end of this week.

Sometimes it seems like a surreal thought. Sometimes it seems like this whole farce was something unnecessary, a social construct to bind us both together through ceremony.

But perhaps it is just this dream world I’m living in, and it’s time to wake up.

I hope that when I wake, it will be next to you.