3 years on, he still celebrates that he is the privileged guy who gets to hold my hand. with sole exclusive rights. and i remember exactly why i chose him. (and contrary to popular belief, its not because i have no choice!) and how despite the lack of the grandeur of the sparks ignited from whirlwind romances, i was swept away. i always wondered what it was about him that never ceased to make my heart melt because he is commonly described as a woodblock and even i, cannot dispute that.
he didn't come with roses(not even a blade of grass), poems and excessive sweet nothings. actually, he didn't come with anything apart from a hope that i'll choose to love him back. and his hope in Him truly did not disappoint.
for this i'll be forever thankful.
he never could give me all the accessories of romance that hollywood painted (which unfortunately has unconciously been etched in my perception as a fairytale romance) ie. romantic dinners, flowers flowers flowers, gifts etc. but he never failed to let me know the priority that i am. that when i'm a wreck at 3 am and he is sleep deprived, he'll still be there. that when i'm pimply, i'm still beautiful. that when i'm impossible to love, his commitment to me still stands.
for these, i'll be forever glad.
things like that make everything else worthwhile.
i'm the richest girl in this world. because i have isaac quek.
thank you Jesus. for his birth, his salvation, his redemption, his future.
and i melt again.
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