Back in the late winter of 2008, I met a man at a shopping centre when I was gossipping and laughing with my buddies. It was my bad habit that I literally didn’t care about things around me when I was TOO happy. But in one-billionth of nanosecond, my eyes suddenly draw attention at a guy sitting at the back seat of the shopping hall, staring at me. I shrugged him a smile and he smiled back.
At a glance, I guessed he was a black-and-white kind of guy. He wore a black T-shirt with the white word “Vogue” on it, a black jeans and a white pair of Converse shoes. He looked stylish but kinda weird and was definitely not my type simply because I didn’t like “ton-sur-ton” guys. But, well, my heart lost its beats when he put that bright girl-killing smile on his handsome face and gave it to me. Don’t worry, I didn’t die but I fell for him from that moment on. Totally.
One day later, we began to bond and hang out on a daily basis.
From the start of the “honeymoon” stage of falling in love, I truly cared for him and so did he. It is mistakenly believe that those who love white and black are very spiritually and physically strong because he is a white-and-black addict but is…vulnerable. I didn’t let anyone or anything hurt him. I spent most of my time and efforts protecting him from any danger. As I said, he was incredibly vulnerable but it doesn’t mean that he was feminine and good-for-nothing. He was an extremely supportive and reliable man. I couldn’t imagine how I would live without him even in a second. He never ever got angry with me even when I wrote “FBI” (which means Female Body Inspector) on an easy-to-see part of his most favorite T-shirt just to check whether my pen still worked.
In a course of 2 years, we have shared so many ups and downs in life with each other. But you know, though I’m deeply in love with him and always try my hardest to be his bodyguard as well as spiritguard anywhere at any time, I hafta admit that there are still so many dark parties in my inner self– greed, selfishness, carelessness and such a thing–being eager to rebel. And because they have lots of advanced and modernized weapons, I hafta wave my white flag every now and then. Last time, when it was raining torrentially, I let my carelessness knock him down on the ground. It was not the first time I myself hurt him badly. It was the “n” time. And now, with time, he has got wounded a lot…
Our love is true love, but it’s not a fairy tale. Luckily, Daddy taught me about the definition of true love and advised me not to be confused with the fairy tale, happily-ever-after, everything-is-rainbows-and-sunshine conception. (Thanks, Dad!). Nothing remains the same with time, just so you know. A best friend of mine once said “The best thing in life is not to be with a person forever but to love and to be loved truly at a certain time of your life.” And to me, those last two years were unforgettable…
I don’t know where our relationship is leading to in the years to come and though I have to confess that I did go out with some other guys when he was away (but just sometimes. Nothing more. I’ve got zero interest in them. They are not as awesome as him!), he’s still the sweetest honey in my heart.
Despite those scars on his face, he still looks cool to me!
He’s the love of my life.
And his name is GLASSES.