I walked down the aisle, unsure of what I was about to do, but then I saw you—just standing there, crying. You've waited so long for this day to happen.
Back then, I was afraid to fall. I didn't want to waste my time on the wrong person. I was scared to love, but I was also scared to be all alone. Then, you finally came into my life. You were patient with me. You understood me. I sometimes always think that you are too good for me. I can't express how thankful I am that I have met you. You guided me through my complicated self.
Now, I was sure, sure to let you go and give you to my sister. Thank you, brother-in-law. You gave me hope that there are still men like you out there. You stayed true to her, you kept your promises and now the day has come that you and my sister will be together in this life forever.
This day, two beautiful souls will mend into one. I'm happy for you guys, but when will I finally be with my one and only?
Days passed, and the news quickly spread. It was quite a little bit too fast that I was going to be an aunt already. I'm older than my sister, but she still managed to have a child first.
Our relatives were surprised that I hadn't found someone yet. They kept pushing me to settle down, they even said that they could set me up with someone. I refused, of course. I want to find my one and only myself, plus, I'm still young, only 25.
I sat on my favorite seat at my favorite café at my favorite place drinking my favorite drink. Nothing feels better than this. But in these moments, I can only think of my future relationship with a man.
A man who's emotionally intelligent, a gentleman, soft-spoken and caring...will I even find someone like that?
Ever since I was a kid, I have never had a crush nor felt love–in a romantic way I mean. I have my family and friends that love me. In addition, my life is so boring. I finished college just a few years ago and now, I'm in corporate. I never wanted to be in one, but here I am. I hated the thought of every day being the same over and over again, like a cycle that never ends.
As I was minding my own business, a fine-looking man sat in front of me and asked: "Is it alright if I could sit with you? The other tables are full, I should've gone here on weekdays." He looked shy and unsure.
"Of course, I'm not with anyone." He thanked me and stayed.
The air reeks with awkward silence and faint sounds of conversation. Sure, there were many people, yet they talked almost like the wind's whispers.