Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Obligatory Valentine's Day Post.

Love is work.


It is, in fact, hard work. People think that when you fall in love and get married, that's the guarantee that love won't fade. Marriage isn't a prize, it's not a trophy you give to your boyfriend/girlfriend because they behaved well. Marriage, I realized, is a work in progress.


It's waking up everyday and choosing to fall in love again and again with the person you vowed to spend the rest of your life with. It's falling in love with him despite and in spite of everything. It's choosing to accept everything about the person, good or bad, and embracing it.


It's loving him even when he snores so loud in the evening and it ruins your beauty sleep. It's resisting the urge to bury his face in a pillow because you'd rather not sleep than suffocate him. It's being there for him even when he's so irritating that he drives you nuts already. Ah, sometimes it makes you want to self-admit in a rehab center. It's taking care of him even when you know so little of medicine and the mere sight of blood makes you faint. It's sitting beside him when he's feeling so down, understanding him despite the lack of words.


Love is work. Marriage is a work-in-progress. You don't get married and become the  perfect couple. You will fight, you will argue, you will agree to disagree. He will become your best friend, but at times, he will be your mortal enemy as well. Sometimes, you ran them over in your dreams. You may even say curse words in your head. Sometimes, it would be easier to quit -- but you know so well by now that long, deep breaths will work magic.


Love is knowing that he snores because he's tired, from working straight hours so he can provide for you and your family. Because he loves you so much that he wants to secure the future. He will work long hours, he may even trade days off for a bonus (he knows you'll get mad, but he prays you will understand).


It's knowing that he wants to be with you even when it looks like he's pushing you away. Knowing that your voice is soothing, like music to his ears (well, when you're not nagging). It's knowing that when you take care of him, it makes him the most special person on earth. It's picking up tiny hints here and there that he loves you, and he appreciates what you do for him, even without him saying it out loud.


Love, it makes us crazy, stupid even. But what the heck, right? Love is wonderful, and finding that one person to share this magical feeling makes everything else a breeze.




Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, and every second was worth it because you did it together. ~ Angela Florio


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