…a wedding ring was made of hugs and smiles and not hundred grams of gold.
…that a marriage was measured not in years, but in moments shared.
…romance and sweet nothings took precedence over clearing up and messy living rooms.
…each day, I felt like a new woman that wanted to please her lover, with no routine creeping in.
…all my quirks were accepted as cute, like many years before.
…I were wooed relentlessly and still not won, for am I not the world’s most special being?
…there were no family to remind me of those ugly things called obligations and responsibility.
Sometimes, I wish I were free, with only Love by my side…