Of Love And Other Things

Via Mellissa

One quiet night, at a certain time past midnight, The Fiancé and I, tired from an eventful day out, turned off the lights and talked in whispers in the dark. Of love and other things. We talked of years gone by, almost lovers that never were, exes that came and went, the once-was-es and the what-will-bes.

Oh, how I love nights like these.

Where talk is aimless but never pointless. Where I am reminded that there's more to us than simple holding hands or even planning a major wedding. What we have, at the end of the day... is us. Him and I, put together. Made complete in the presence of one another. Sharing words, that echo thoughts, that in turn, become today's promises and tomorrow's dreams.

But let's go back to this:

Via Mellissa

Out of everything he said to me that night, I think I most remember him saying, "You know, they're like you and me. First love. The ones we never forget." (In more Manglish and less eloquence, of course. =p) And I think he's right. Maybe it's true what they say about first loves.

"Maybe your first love is the one

that sticks with you because it's the only person

who will ever receive all of you."

What you invest into subsequent relationships is rarely equivalent to what you put into your first "real" relationship. And the memories you gain, somehow always seem less memorable than those of firsts. That first date, that first kiss, that first meet-the-parents session – they all just aren't as thrilling the second time around. And because of that, your first love naturally becomes the one you never forget no matter how many others come along.

Having said that, I'm glad The Fiancé is

the one I never forgot and never will forget.

And I'm thankful he feels the same way about me. =)