"I'll never marry you just so you know," my love said, when we were on our first date. "I just don’t believe in that," he continued. It was alright for me because I hadn’t really thought about getting married.
After a few years of being together, I got sick. It was a tough period. There were times I didn't know if i would survive. But I did. We grew closer and our love became stronger because of it.
One evening at a restaurant in Egypt, the waiters began to circulate like flies around our table. I tried to wave them away. My partner blinked and nodded his head. I wondered if he had something in his eye. A waiter put champagne and two glasses on our table. I was shure it was the wrong table.
My love got up and walked around the table and got down on his knee. Has he lost something, I thought, and started to look around on the floor. He then showed me a ring, and asked me to marry him. I didn't get it at first. The restaurant was breathing. I finally cried a YES. Applause. Champagne. And happy shoutings.
I was surprised by the joy I felt in the "committment" you make when you get married. My partner and I both had to go beyond ourselves to make it. There's something uniquely beautiful about that.
I belive in love. Being able to document yours lights me up.