When my last boyfriend and I broke up, I asked my cousin to tell me “Love is…” stories about her and her husband that would keep me hopeful. It’s been nearly two years and she still does this for me out of the blue. This morning I woke up to another one. Reading it and re-reading makes me laugh and cry every time:
Random true love thought: At the end of a long day, when we’re finally at home together, we get derpy with each other (to borrow the internet term for mentally handicapped behavior). We talk in baby speak and climb all over each other like we’re blind puppies.
And before I met him, I knew with utmost certainty in my heart that deep, life-long love happened to other people and only rarely and that it would never ever happen to me.
So yaknow. Don’t lose hope. Also, can you make our party? I sent you a facebook invite thing.
Even though this is supposed to make me hopeful (which it does) for the love I will have and give to the future lucky man, I can’t help but be overwhelmed with the love I already have in my life from my family and friends.
Life has presented an exciting opportunity to me that may significantly change my plans for the next year or so. I cried to my mom for 45 minutes on the phone tonight because I’m constantly changing my mind about things and I hate that about myself. Everything I considered a fault of mine (being fickle, being easily bored, etc.), she came firing back with a rebuttal. According to her, being fickle is nothing more than a combination of wanting to do it all and adjusting oneself to the natural ripples of an inconstant life. And being easily bored is simply a drive for learning new things. Taking it day by day the next month or so, but I kind of know in my heart the decision I need to make. She wants me to take this path as well. I said to her, “Are you just saying this because you’re my mom?” She said, “No, I’m saying this because I’m your friend. If I was a typical Asian mom, I would have yelled at you a long time ago for wanting to do the things you do.” She’s an angel. Always positive, always praying for me, always loving me. Even when I’m being a handful. Especially when I’m being a handful. She makes me feel like I did alright.
My cousin, Sylvia, and her husband, Mark, radiate love, and never stop showering each other with affection. Except, of course, when they’re showering everyone else with love and affection. I feel like I’m on cloud 9 when I’m around them. I can only imagine how they must feel around each other.
