“I’ll never marry you just so you know,” my love told me when we were on our first date, “I just don’t believe in that.” It was alright for me because I had never really thought I would get 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 circle 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 sure 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. Then he took out a ring, and asked me to marry him. I didn’t get it at first. The whole restaurant held its breath. I finally cried a YES. Applause, champagne and happy shoutings.
I was surprised by the joy I felt in making the “committment” when you get married. My partner and I both had to go beyond ourselves to make it. There’s something especially beautiful about that.
I belive in love. Being able to document yours lights me up.