It was the summer of 2003 and about a couple of weeks into what was to be a 50-day solo backpacking trip around Europe. I was in a tiny room in some random house in a city I’d never even heard of ’til a few months before, feeling sad and typing an e-mail to my Dad. I can’t find the e-mail now, but it was something along the lines of, Hi Dad, turns out the boy I came to visit has a girlfriend (he didn’t tell me until I got here), so now here I am typing this to you, while they’re cuddling and watching TV.
And then I wrote that I wish I had had that – not the boy, not even the cuddling + watching TV, specifically, but more what it signified – and then I asked him When is it going to happen for me? He wrote back telling me not to worry, that everything has its own time, that it is going to happen, and when it does I will know.
Fast forward to three years later: I had just had supper with my big group of friends at Simpang and one of them (whom I had a crush on – ps. this could be an understatement) was driving me home. We were talking about Seinfeld and I asked him Have you seen his last standup? He said no and I started to tell him one of my favourite jokes from the show (“He said People can’t seem to find enough places to put more cheese. One day they’re gonna put a block of cheese on their heads and then just eat their way out.”) and proceeded to laugh uncontrollably. I looked over and he’s looking at me, laughing too, but more at me than with me. And that was when it happened. Outside I was still laughing, inside I was all Ohmygod ohmygod this is it. I just knew.
Tomorrow, it will be 5 years since we got married.
We should totally get each other medals!
I’m kidding. You were and still are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Happy anniversary. <3