Couple’s Corner # 4: THE DAY WE SAID I DO

Gosh i need to read my diary back then so i can be sure of the details i have to write here! We'll here's my story for the week...

I always have a dream list but it doesn’t include the marriage proposal that’s why my previous entry is not so interesting. So now here’s another one…I dream of having one and only boyfriend…which means that my first boyfriend will be my husband. And take note, I was his only girlfriend too…

I know from the very start that he loves me so much and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me. On our second year, he insisted that we got married secretly which sometimes I opposed coz I told him that it’s not that I don’t want to marry him but I don’t believe in secret marriage. As what old folks say, if you’re meant for each other…then you’re meant to be... I don’t want to be in a hurry…what matters most is that we love each other so much…… besides I was still studying and being the eldest I have a great responsibility to my family and If I got married for sure they will condemn me.

I was involved in campus politics during those days which cause me to attend many parties and go home late. And you know when you love someone you tend to tell him everything you do which sometimes was a cause of an argument. I have always been honest with him even for the smallest things which should be kept with me. With these reasons, he said that when I visit him on sembreak we will get married and that’s final! Sembreak came, October 19, 2003….we met at Grand Central Mall in Monumento….we hop, we eat and later we’ve lost the most precious treasure that we have. It’s not the wedding you expect…but the wedding in ................... Hehehehe!

Living all the guilt! I failed one of my dreams again…that is to march in the aisle of the Church going to the Altar pure and chaste….Huhuhu. Life has to go on but then here we became more concern of the future. I was nearly to graduate when he suggested arranging my documents going to abroad. I was then busy with my thesis and yet I have to find time arranging my documents going to Dubai. I need to fly right after my graduation coz I have to relieve his sister who’s going to deliver his baby in the Philippines. Few days after graduation I went to Manila to arrange some more documents while waiting for my visa and ticket.

For security reason we decided to get married through civil rights. Alone, I did all the necessary arrangement for the wedding. He just accompanied me when we bought our wedding ring and when we talked to his Aunt and Uncle to be our witness. I was supposed to asked my bestfriend to be one of the witness on our wedding but the day I told him that I’m getting married she became mad at me…she was the first person to know it and even if that idea of getting married was not approved to her…I wish her to be there since she was the closest person I have in Manila. But knowing that she was angry with me…I did not have the courage to call her and invite her. And with regards to my family, before I left Bicol, I told my mom that maybe we will get married before I go to Dubai. She told me why?....and I answered her…for security reason that indeed we’ll be for each other………….. That was the first time I saw how disappointed my mom was. She thought that if I got married I won’t be able to help them esp. my sibling who are studying. But then I assured to her that nothing would change…I would still be there to support them.

So we got married….April 28, 2005 at Manila City Hall without any member of my family. After that short wedding ceremony, we had our reception at a nearby restaurant. Supposedly that day was a happy day for both of us....but how could you be happy... thinking that your loveones are saddened with your decision. And the other thing was that..... in a few more days we'll have a farther lives and we don't know what's ahead of us.

It was May 5 2005, 7 days after tying the knot when I left to Dubai with all the promise that no matter how far we are from each other nothing would change and we'll remain faithful. Can you just imagine how he cried? Night before I left he was already crying so hard and the more he cried when we were already at the airport. That kind of scene was no new for us anymore....we've survived our 3 years and 3 months long distance relationship and every time he has to come back to Bulacan for work I would always see him cry while taking the ferry.

That was the hardest part of our lives...though we've always had our lives away from each other but that time it was not just cities that separates us but continents....In two months time i can't still recover from homesickness...i can't almost do my work properly. There was not a day that i don't miss him and if it was only like Bicol and Manila, for sure i flew back home already...

This was the song he used to sing before i left....

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