MCreates

I grew up reading fairy tales and spent my youth watching romantic movies. Hoping that one day I will find the man for me. The man who will make me feel complete. I met men and waited for the spark, only to be disappointed a number of times. No one meets my standards. They are not like the men in the movies or the princes in the fairy tales. Then you came, unexpectedly, quietly.

Quietly…. I could not think of a better description than this though you were never really quiet. You talk more than I do on most occasions. Yet, it was like a slow and silent process of falling in love. No fancy dinners and adventures but moments together, just syncing our lives like instruments playing harmoniously, not really distincting one from the other. Hearing just one sweet symphony.

I was expecting love to bring me to places for adventures, yet you taught me that love can also be a lazy day together. Ordering takeouts in our pajamas and eating at our bedside. It is watching 5 movies in a day as we lay in bed, hugging each other. With you pausing the movie every so often to share your commentaries.

I was expecting love to be breakfast in bed or waking up to see you in the kitchen to cook for me. Yet, you taught me that love is also having you go downstairs to get the food that we ordered. It’s also you watching me as I cook our dinner just to keep me company. Sharing your stories for the day and helping me every now and then.

I thought love would be having my lover as my number one fan. Yet, you taught me that you can be my biggest fan and my biggest critique. Not just my cheerleader but also my coach, who tells me what I do wrong and teaches me how to do better.

I thought love was about grand gestures, yet you taught me that it’s also about simple things. When you cover me with the blanket or make me a hot drink when I feel cold and your hug is not enough to keep me warm. It is about kissing me on the forehead as I sleep. It’s checking if I am wearing enough clothes to keep me warm when I go out at night. It’s about bringing me small trinkets, ice cream, or a piece of chocolate from the store when you go out.

I thought love is about happily ever after and never having to fight or argue about anything. But you taught me that it’s about agreeing to disagree sometimes. It’s about fighting and making up. It’s about disagreeing, arguing, and finding a compromise. It’s about accepting that we have differences and not forcing each other on each other’s beliefs. It’s about fighting yet still loving and respecting each other. It’s about holding each other tight after a rough day. It is about hugging each other after a fight, showing that we are still here and though we will have imperfect days, it’s not a reason for us to part.

You taught me that love comes in many forms. That we just need to keep our eyes open, and not get stuck with the idea of love that was sold to us. You taught me that love can be great and simple. That it can be quiet and underrated. You taught me that love can be real even in the most ordinary ways.