Dear Sir,
I'm going to tell you the greatest scare of my life...yet.
Apparently, now that I've graduated, gotten my title and now working, I seem to be ready for marriage. That's according to my relatives, anyway. So, they want me to accept this marriage proposal by a cousin (second-degree) which could also seal our reconcilition since we've just been reunited after a decade-long family feud blahblahblah. I'm not interested honestly. I'm not yet ready to get married and I don't like him to get myself be ready and enamored with the idea of marriage. 🙄
I have so many plans ahead for my life, so many things to do and I'm still enjoying my new-found independence. And yeah, well, maybe they're right...that indeed, maybe I was waiting for someone. And I don't have to really clear out who that someone is, do I? It's pretty clear who. 😒
So yeah, everyone talked to me. They kept on convincing me to go on with my marriage - promising me a better life with him, blahblahblah. But my mind and heart is closed on this matter. I want to obey my parents but the idea of marrying this guy is just too much. I know women's hearts are fragile, it's not that impossible to fall in love with someone...and come to think of it, it's those kind of love-after-marriage stuff that a believing Muslimah would want. So you see, I know, but I stopped it before we even get to that. Because I don't want to. I liked someone else.
Someone who I don't know if I'll end up with. Someone who I don't know if he even knows of how I feel for him. Someone who I don't know if he even cares.
So I prayed for it to be stopped. I cried in my prostrations hoping it would end. It was a restless and sleepless period of my life. I couldn't be talked to properly. I hated the topic whenever someone would bring it up. They even attempted to set us up on an accompanied date. 😒 My god, they didn't really know me well. Chocolate and flowers?! In a public shopping mall, no less? Me? Are they crazy?! I left the flowers somewhere and gave away the chocolates. Bah.
Finally, thy prayers are heard. They couldn't wait for my requested three years of waiting so they cancelledt everything. I couldn't have been more relieved, you know. Good riddance, I say. And I hope, they never go back in my life.
I want my life in peace and serenity...with you. 😅 I wish.
So, yeah, that was a scare. I mean a little push from my family might lead me to say yes because I could see how this has been a burden to my parents which are caught in the middle. I could see they didn't want to force me but the pressure from our relatives
must have been hard.So, you see, that's how hard I resisted in the hopes of maybe someday...you and I...will walk that aisle together. 👰🏼💑
Love,
Rosie.
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