It's been a while since I posted on my blog. Life, a Masters degree, planning a wedding and starting a new job has kept me busy.
Love has been a recurring theme in my life, and I am strong believer that finding love in life is a birthright. My dating experiences in the past have not been very pleasant but I was wise enough to get out of those situations fast. Looking back, those experiences were fleeting and insignificant. And the pain that I had to undergo made me to start losing hope in romantic love.
Since my last relationship, I stayed three years single...happily travelling around the globe with a non-chalant attitude towards love and dating. I worked, studied, made friends and chased my own kind of happiness. Asian parents were naturally worried as I remained single during my late 20s while my cousins and counterparts were getting married and having kids by the bunch.
Then came The Sculptor.
It started with a "hey, let's grab a beer" to hiking mountains in Heredia while talking about artistic movements and Philosophy, late afternoon coffees and watching The Avengers (hated Infinity Wars btw). It then grew into having The Sculptor taking care of me while I was sick, cooking together and watching Netflix on rainy days. The sense of familiarity and warmth made me feel safe to love and experience love again. The feeling of familiarity soon blossomed into a feeling of home. We belonged.
Love is like coming home.
And this brings me into deeper thought about love. When I was younger, I used to be caught up by the thrill of the chase, looks, the infatuation stage, etc. But now I've come to understand that love is spoken through actions. Just a few days ago, I was very sick and had to go to the hospital. My partner rushed into the emergency ward after work to pick me up. He then cooked me dinner and made me tea. We cuddled in our Pjs, watched La Casa de Papel and laughed at our stupid jokes.
We are getting married in December and I feel so lucky to have found a life partner.
