i'm always in awe, with us things are so real, honest. with time i couldn't grasp why these feelings felt so strange. foreign, they had invaded everything i knew of marriage. divorce was standard. my parents split the summer i turned 5. both went on to remarry - each marriage was failure. i don't remember seeing my parents happy. arguing, fights, tears, resentment that was what marriage was made of.
myself, i always knew eventually i wanted to get married. it would be a done deal, no divorce. age 19, belly a beautiful canvas stretched thin; just the two of us.. marriage out of the question. by 21 a string-full of heartbreaks and let downs i just knew it wasn't going to happen. i was okay with that. bittersweet yes, I had a handsome boy to tend to.
fast forward three years and a few months, i'm lying beside love. soaking in this life we've built together and i'm scared, my heart shaky. i fear his playful rejection, i forge through and i simply ask. two weeks later we were wed.
this amazing feat.. not as i had imagined growing up. much better. foreign, my marriage is strange in a lovely way!
my grandparents : the epitome of marriage
p+L, Curious Belle
p+L, Curious Belle
