This is dedicated to that one guy, who is from that rare breed of “I-wish-he-was-my-HUSBAND-category”
More often than not I only hear girls complain, and bicker, and loathe their so called boyfriends, husbands, life partners, fiancé’s, or whatever you call your guys.
Very rarely have I heard someone say I have the best-est (excuse my grammar) guy in the www (whole wide world).
So what I’m about to say is actually documentation, verbatim of a friend who recently told me about this so called wonderful partner of hers.
“....so my husband is the best-est thing that could ever happen to me. I know, I know, you must be shocked!! I was the one in college who used to say I wouldn’t get married coz there is no such thing as love; well believe it or not he changed me for the better. I was this kinda gal who didn’t care too much about anybody, wasn’t close to her family, didn’t have a purpose or goal in life, had lost in the quest for love and had just been thrashed out badly. My life changed with what you call that one special someone. Just thinking about him sends shivers down my spine. Think about it. How many of us truly have the courage to go after someone who has rejected you more than thrice for a commitment? How many of us think that tomorrow will be a better day, how many of us remain contented with only that one guy that our parents chose, that we would gladly adjust to? About 90% of the crowd who has had severe experiences or at least all those who aren’t allowed to fall in love! Funny how today it is I who is talking about things like love, and commitment, and dependency.
Yes, I still am that independent, ambitious, slightly eccentric idiot that I always used to be, and surprisingly I can just be all that and more with him. What can I say now? He helped me change myself for the better. Can you believe it? ME getting a change and makeover?? 8 years ago I’d have laughed at it myself, but not today. I feel like a polished diamond today with better looking hair, and a positive outlook of all my features. You remember na, how mum used to keep nagging about how big my tummy is and how she used to say that my bottom is like two basket balls’s stuck to my spine? Well he doesn’t care and in fact loves it. He stood by me through all my good times and bad, in all my sicknesses and trauma’s. He took me apart and put me back together in a nicer way. Just talking about him feels like a million dollars. His smile, his hug, his wit and charm, and his love! Simply out of this world. Even when we lived apart for more than 2 years and in that period of madness when I got pushed off the cliff of sanity I dragged him down with me, and on the fall down all I did was curse him, and pester him, and clobbered him with my words and deeds, even so all he did was listen patiently and when the right time came held on to me tighter than ever and became my safety net never once allowing me to crash. How can I explain Pavi that simple pure love that I feel for him? I blush like a baby every time I think or talk about him. You know he did last time? We were travelling by an auto and I was freezing in the cold and burning with a fever, and he was smoking a cigarette and I was shivering and he saw me and said “screw the cigarette, you are more important I love you” and held me in his arms trying to protect me from the cold.
You know I can ramble on and on for pages about him and may be you will end up with the world’s longest blog post but what can I say, when you find someone like him, never let him go J”
And I do wish you guys the very best of luck J
