Dear purple fruit garden,
It has been two years since the day I asked Crystal to be my girlfriend. In some ways its been a long two years, and at the same time it feels so short. Yet for all its worth, its been a great two years. I.. I really don't know where to start if someone asked me how our relationship has been. There have been so many moments that have meant so many things to me. So much so that if I were to be born and to live life again a hundred times, I would fall in love with the same special girl whose smile and laughter has graced my life.
I love her.
I love you.
I would give my life for you.
I really would.
We went to dinner today, to see our pasts and future in the other's eyes. It was fun to say the least. Romantic and soft. Fuzzy in the heart, definitely. Gosh, I spent hours looking up restaurants online before placing our reservation.
She was pretty tonight. Wonderful, sweet and pretty. The girl I fell in love with. The girl I will marry. The girl for whom my heartbeats will travel the world for. The girl whose eyes will forever be kept in memory.
She wore a white top and a brown skirt, I scavenged a blue shirt and a pair of black pants. She looked pretty tonight.
The restaurant was a little hard to find, tucked away in a large hotel behind a small entrance. Snuggled in, it was a cosy place lit with dim orange lights and candle flames. Playing from table to table was a three-piece band with an awesome repertoire of songs. It was the first time we were ever serenaded together too, and the only thing missing was a gondola on the canals of Venice.
I would fly her to Venice if she so asked of me.
Posh was how she described it. Posh, but welcoming. Posh enough that we probably committed a dozen faux pas by night's end, but we didn't care. Neither did anyone else. We were happy; happy and together, and deep in our souls, that's all that mattered.
Soup, main course and dessert. Friendship, love and marriage. All good things come in order.
There were another two couples in the restaurant, along with a family from Europe (Holland, was it?). Spirits ran warm, if only because the ambiance subdued everyone into feeling so. I, for the most part, was enraptured by her. How could I not be? I have been enraptured for the past two years. I still am.
The food was wonderful, the service even more so. She dropped a slice of duck on the table. Made it look like it was my fault. I suppose it was; after all, she's faultless to me.
That was also the most expensive slice of duck I've ever eaten.
I feel so clichéd. Could have been the cheesecake.
We only have a week left.
Our night ended before we wanted it to. Ended in each others arms. Snuggled. Whispering. Praying. Warm. Loved. Happy.
She's asleep now. I can still hear her breathing every time I close my eyes. Gently closed eyes. Contented smile. And with each breath I hear, I know that all we've been through, all we'll be through; all of it will be worth it in the end. Someday, we'll be asleep together, her gentle breathing inviting my heart to rest. Until then, I'll work to find a ring to put on her finger, and only then will I truly rest.
Happy second anniversary, sweetest love of mine.
