22 Years!

It's my parents' 22nd anniversary. Twenty-second. 22 years. That's 3 years older than I am. And in my books, that's LONG.

How do people do it? Stay together for so long, I mean. How do they survive living with same person, day in day out, knowing them inside out and upside down? How do they do it, in spite of the arguments and fights and sometimes extremely hurtful words?

I don't understand it at all. But then, I think maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. Maybe love isn't meant to be "figured out". Maybe it's enough to know that it exists and just give in to it.

Maybe love makes it impossible not to care about the other person. Impossible not to miss them. Impossible to imagine life without them. Even when they hurt you so badly, it almost destroys you.

I guess love isn't something that can be controlled. You either do, or you don't. There isn't any in-between. It's only the TYPE of love that changes, I think. If it ever does.

Maybe I'll be so lucky as to find that man one day. A man that I love enough to endure anything for. Until I find him, though, I don't ever want to commit myself to a marriage. Coz marriage is tough enough as it is, with love to guide you through the rocky parts!

That's why I admire my parents. And that's why I'm so happy for today (well, other than the fact that I wouldn't exist if not for it! lol..). They've stuck out the bad times and remained faithful to each other in all ways. And in spite of all the bickering that really is inevitable when you're in each other's faces all the time, they still love each other enough to fight for what they've got!

And that's the kind of marriage I want - with the man I'd be willing to fight dragons for! And for once, this is not me being loony with my head in the clouds. For once, this is the real thing and I hope that I'll always remember it!