When she met this man,
It was a cold breezy morning, when I put on my blue jacket, I still couldn’t believe that we were doing this together. We were catching a train to Paris.
Yes, just the two of us.
I remembered I was so sleepy and could hardly open my eyes to take a proper picture, the sky was still dark when we went on board. Everything is just so dreamy…
And when the first sun ray shined through the window, I opened my sleepy eyes and saw a cup of hot coffee and a chocolate bun he has ordered for me.
Being with him, sorts of make me feel like we are not getting any older when we have each other.
The train moved in a very fast speed.
The cabin was pretty empty that day.
It was drizzling out there.
However the skies were beautiful.
It was really quiet though.
He was holding my hand, telling me about the itinerary.
The world was so quiet, and my heart beats fast in great excitement.
I feel like we are running away.
Then it’s time for some good breakfast.
You better feed yourself well before the adventure begins. He said.
And he attempted to learn some French.
Uttering broken sentence that sounded really perculiar.
And here we were.
You know, I love the life we live.
Sometimes, you and me just need to get away.
To take some time to reunite.
Some time to fall in love again.
Some time to feel the warmth of the sun.
I wish I could live in this moment forever.
It doesn’t really matter where we are going.
My love, let’s run away with me.
Being a blogger means that I write and read a lot of articles, both online or offline. I enjoy reading. It also makes me think a lot. I cannot say it’s a good thing or bad thing. I just automatically switch to “thinking mode” when I read something that’s worth thinking about (or at least from my perspective).
Recently, something has been bothering me…
I have been reading quite a bit about marriage and love relationship that talks about how to be a good wife and maintain a stable loving marriage. Very often, those articles are talking about how wives can make a marriage work and how to better serve and love our spouse and spice up the relationships…
Which, are all good advises.
But, it makes me wonder, does the good marriage only depends on women? Do I need to learn how to cook, look beautiful and hot, keep track of his emotions and carefully hide away my true feelings, hurts and joys for safe-keeping, just to keep the marriage healthy?
It occurs to me that, very often women need to bear the burden of responsibilities to make a “good” marriage. Seriously, how often would you come across articles written by men that says “How to Be A Good Husband” or “8 Ways To Improve Your Marriage“?
Or maybe it’s our nature to be blamed. Women are generally more accommodating and all we want is to make our husbands happy.
Well, I don’t know…
Maybe it’s the hormone fluctuation from the pregnancy or I have been thinking too much. Man and woman, we are crafted equally to support a good healthy marriage. I do believe everyone’s formula to build a steady marriage would be different, and women shouldn’t be the party that is solely responsible for making the marriage works.
6 “But at the beginning of creation God ‘made them male and female.’ 7 ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, 8 and the two will become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two, but one. 9 Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate.”
Thank you so much for reading and have a great week ahead!!
Sometimes I wish I could travel back in time. Have a secret rendezvous on a trip without anyone knowing it. Wearing my favourite strand of pearls, I check my look in the mirror a hundred times before running to the appointment, just to make sure I look perfect.
With tender steps and soft movements, I walk in great anticipation to the meeting. I started imagine the warmth, the smell and the lovely glass of champagne waiting in a tall crystal champagne flute, bubbling…
My heart thumps harder as I move from one floor to another. My hands turn cold and I think I am shaking a little. Both inside out…
In my purse, there is this little key that opens up the beautiful white wooden crafted door. The sun shines in through the glass window, bringing in light and warm. Almost there… my heart is filled with joys and fears.
Clocks forgot times, and that moment froze, in eternity. It left me in that particular time and space, with myself… walking one step closer to the secret rendezvous.
The charming chandelier is shining vaguely. The corridor is full of sweet fruity smell that reminds me of all the excitements and intensity of the pleasure.
And who knows, there might be a lovely expensive gift waiting for me in the room, glittering in sparkling glows… With a love poem attached to it.
Today, I am an elegant and dreamy woman, going to a special secret date in this charming old European hotel. There is no need to act, I feel exactly like that woman. Dreamy is the word to describe myself in these days.
Romantic love is an illusion…
I wish I never discover the truth… and indulge in the sweet emotions of love forever…
Thank you so much for reading.
Have a lovely day!
XOXO Eryn ❤