The Best Year
I am normally maudlin when it’s the end of the year, but this time it’s different. I don’t feel a tinge of regret, unlike in the past years. In fact, I am full of anticipation for a meaningful and exciting year to come. 2007 has been full of amazingly beautiful things that are hard to contain. When I look back and reflect on everything that transpired, I could almost feel my heart flutter. Truly, this year is hard to beat and I hope for more years like this.
Last year, around this time, I was awakened from my slumber by my would-be husband, Amarind. I was unattached and living a prosaic life in the Philippines while he was living alone in the States with his son, Dylan. It was the most unusual ‘meeting’ of all, for we were just virtual strangers who coexisted through small pixels in each other’s screen. Although we were worlds apart, our closeness became more inevitable everyday. We discovered a commonality of interests and aspirations in a short period of time. We have shared childhood experiences and both longed for The One, not because we needed to but because we believed that in the theory that for every Yin, there is a Yang.
He always tells friends and family members that the probability of us meeting each other was nil. But, despite that impossibility, fate decided our course for us. On a cold morning of February, after flying halfway around the world, we finally met at Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila. My hands were cold and shaking as I foraged for him in a throng of people at the terminal. I guess you just know love when you see it, for when I saw him, I knew he was love. I could tell that he was also tensed for I could almost hear our hearts pounding so loudly in sync as I gently pressed my body against his.
