My Wedding Day

Years ago, I made a plan. Have a boyfriend when I turn 25. And marry him three years later, on this day. August 8, 2008. I was pretty sure I was on track when I found my first real, official boy(without a space)friend on January 8, 2005. It wasn't a whirlwind. It was well-thought of, all aspects considered.

We were classmates in high school. He was the only person who wrote me a letter when I was a freshman. I still remember the paper had a giraffe. I wrote him back but he never wrote back again. We lost contact, with occasional news about him from his siblings who were my choirmates, only for a year or so when he got into a relationship. That said, he fancied me when we were in high school. To cut the long story short, he found me again. He said I was his true love and all that jazz. It wasn't easy but we became a couple. Eight, short months officially.

After 3 years, and eight months, I may have not yet trusted anyone else as much as I trusted him. Which makes me sad sometimes. And yes, made me sad today.