When marriage was first mentioned, I was uncertain and worried if he was Mr Right. The initial feelings wasn't like what I've read in love novels when I was a teenager. There wasn't any surge of happiness or the feeling of shouting 'OH YES!!!' to the world. To be honest, I was scared. More like scared shitless. All sorts of scenarios, reasons, possibilities and consequences kept going through my head - to the point I'm doubting his motives for wanting to marry me. And after 3 weeks, I still couldn't give him a straight forward answer.
After nearly a month of brain-cracking pondering, we arranged to meet at the train station after work for dinner at our favourite Chinese restaurant. I got to the train station 10 minutes earlier than expected. As I was standing there waiting for him in the cold and getting slightly annoyed at him for being late and the crowd for being 'crowdy', I saw him running towards me with a big smile on his face. And everyone else just blurred out of focus. I don't feel cold or annoyed anymore. It felt like the sun was shining on me and there were birds chirping and butterflies everywhere. I was really happy to see him, and I was smilling like an idiot at him while waiting for him to make his way to me. That was the moment I decide to marry him. And I'm really glad I did.
Have a nice day.
