Weddings are my favorites of all other life events (except, maybe, my exes’ nuptials. Because they always forget to send me invites haha) . It’s wonderful, and it reminds me of all the promises, hope and dreams this life has to offer.
It’s like seeing a wish come true right before your eyes. Like something ethereal unfolding in the periphery of your vision that you don’t want to blink. Maybe because not everyone has been given a perfect gift such as finding true love …
I was at my officemate’s eldest sister’s wedding the day before yesterday. And it’s perfect, in every way. I can describe the gown detail by delicious details and it’s weaved from a piece of fantasy we all see whenever ourselves walking to the altar, but all I hear at the moment are the smallest details that affirmed the bound between the two of them.
It’s obvious that they are meant to be together. It’s on the way the groom’s eyes lights up when the bride stepped inside the church, in his ecstatic “Yes, I do” and the radiance of the bride’s smile that tells the world what they see in each other’s soul. Like no one in this world has the power to break that spell and no power between pen and paper can accurately ever describe, not without breaking the magic that encapsulate the moment.
When I was younger, I always see myself married at 26. In my mind back then, walking down the aisle is the sweetest, most grand happy ending to a fairytale. That dream deadline was 3 years ago, and I’m still unmarried at 29. Not that I’m complaining. Nope. well, maybe. lol
Though there’s a certain advantage to being “unattached” and “free” at this age where you have the freedom of choice, ready to bring your life to “another” more settled level, after having survived the challenge of youth, the craziness of college, the joy of earning your first salary, and the responsibility and expectations of mid-20’s, i won’t mind reserving a table for two on Valentine’s Day and other occasions, and having someone to fight with over who gets the last fries on movie nights.
Truly, love is a many splendored thing. And fate has always a way of breaking your expectations, by giving you more than what you expect, more than what you wish for, more than what you dream of.
That’s why love stories don’t have deadlines. It’s timeless. It’s eternal. Infinite.
And if you think you haven’t found what you’re looking for yet, it’s because destiny is busy writing the best love story for you, to quote my friend/mentor Ate Kai.
“Sapagkat ang tunay na pag-ibig kailanman ay hindi nabibigo.” (True love never fails.)