I was 18 when we had our first vacation without our family. As we sat on our designated seat on the plane, he asked. "Economy class, at least we're beside the window right?"
"Yeah, baby. This is our first vacation alone, I am so excited!", I said with my fist closed because of happiness.
"Thanks to that raffle, we afforded to have it."
I just gave him a sweet smile and looked outside the window.
As the plane start to board off, the attendants instructs us something. They make us put our seatbelts on, and minutes later, we're off in the air.
I was capturing the view outside when he spoke again.
"I love you, babe", he said. I looked at him and saw that he was so serious. Looking straight into my eyes.
"I love you more", even though it bothered me.
"I'm going to marry you", he said with a serious face like saying it was a mission that he needs to be accomplished.
"I'm going to marry you without the date on my mind, so I don't know when will it happen."
"Babe..." I was stunned, I don't what to say anymore because this is really out of nowhere.
"And I'm not going to promise anything, babe. But remember this, I'm going to marry you. Without promises, I will fulfill it."
I want to cry. That's on my mind when he told me those words. I still can't process it when I felt his calming embrace. I love this man, please don't take him away from me.
After 3 years of being in a relationship with him. We laugh, we fought. That's what happen to us but no one nor nothing can stop us loving each other. We broke up. Not because of third party, not because of cheating. But because we decided to grow apart from each other. We decided to explore the world alone.
He's a marine engineering student, and I was a law student that time. Now, after 5 years of break up. We met, not intentionally. We accidentally met when I bumped into his car.
When I saw him, my world began to slow. The people on the walk side, walks to slow. The cars, the birds flying. All of them moves to slow on my vision. They're also blurred, but there's only one person who isn't. I saw him clearly, he's walking on my direction. Like he was so nervous. Later did I noticed, I was bleeding. If he hadn't touch my blood on my head, I won't noticed it. The last thing I saw is him, crying.
I woke up in a hospital bed. White floors, white doors, with a vase if flower on my left. I felt uncomfortable like there is something weighted on my legs, not literally on my legs. I tried to see it and found a hand. Someone is sleeping. I moved and he woke up. He's eyes suddenly full of concern. He's saying so many words but I can't process it because I'm still shocked that he's still here. That he's still with me. The man I love all the years, is here with me.
"Remember the day when we had our first vacation, babe? Today is the date when I told you that I'm going to marry you. And here we are now. Married today and heading to our honeymoon. Today is the day when we rode our first flight together. The day that we will celebrate every year, because we're together."
15 years ago when he said that he will marry me. And here we are now married, having our first flight with our own family that we build.
