A few times every year, I would experience a state of pensiveness about my relationship with my wife-to-be. Today is one of those times, because it’s Valentine’s Day.

I keep wondering to myself why is it that I love her so much. What is this thing called love? It is perhaps one of those things that we cannot define exactly, but somehow, we all can come to some form of unspoken agreement on what love is. While we cannot define love, we can describe the things love can do, and we can see the effects of love (both positive and negative of course).

Just completed her Valentine’s gift. I’ve no idea why I decided, of all things, to draw. Usually, I would walk around the Orchard/City Hall/Bugis area in search of a gift, but I think that this year, I don’t want something off the shelf. I racked my brains and thought that I would get a sketch book and draw out some of the more memorable times we had together. The only thing holding me back was that I can’t draw for nuts. I think a primary school kid would do a better piece of work than me.

Honestly, I was afraid of being laughed at by her for my super lousy drawing. But I decided to go ahead. I guess this is why I say love is amazing. You do things that you won’t usually do. No way am I ever going to draw for anyone else, even if they pay me a million bucks. I’m simply atrocious at drawing. And, I’m afraid of people laughing at me.

I’ve been together with her for a really long time, and I think I finally understand what does it mean to have a soulmate. She can predict what I’m thinking and what I’m going to say with amazing accuracy. And, I can too (though I’m not as accurate :( ). She talks like me sometimes, and I behave like her sometimes. She knows when I’m upset, and I’m always there to support her when she feels stressed out. Words are perhaps insufficient to accurately describe the feeling of being in love for a long time. It’s not a fleeting feeling, or a mad rush of blood to the brain. It’s something so subtle, but yet so strong, so reassuring.

I’m going to say that I’m thankful. Thankful that she is willing to put up with such a stubborn, bad-tempered and much less than handsome guy. It can take alot of patience to deal with me, and I’m grateful that she’s stayed by my side when she could very well not suffer my idiosyncracies. I do not know what it’s like to love another (she was my first), but as it is now, I do not need to know, and I don’t want to know. I’m contented to have her, and I will enshrine my love for her in the sanctity of marriage this year. :)