Just the past

Marriage is a never-ending story telling, I say. Conversations before we go to sleep had somewhat became a habit for me and my husband, sharing stories, our own past experiences and it seems that night after night, we still can’t fully know each other. There are still so many things to talk about, to share about, to laugh about, and to feel sad about, remembering our past hardships and difficult times. But with every sharing, we appreciate each other more, accept and love each other even more…

I honestly narrate him my college days, full of pain I say because I nearly didn’t graduate because of our life’s hardships and constraints. I tell him that I am not happy when I recall how I struggled each day to go to school, walking and missing meals just to make both ends meet; not being able to buy a new , being embarrassed for having a worn out in front of people, etc… I recalled how I do laundry job for my landlady just to augment my rental for being a bed spacer in the boarding house. I never had a single book; I was never able to buy one. All was borrowed, and photocopies were rare because I lacked fund to have them copied. Being a scholar was all the hope that I had, and striving hard for it was my main goal before any other thing then. God is good, it paid. I passed the board exam with flying colors!

My husband is younger than me, he has encountered difficulties too, and we just hug when finally we realized we are blessed now, being together is our strength, and though there still lies a very long way to go and without uncertainty of the future, we together hold on to each other to go on with life – enjoying the moment and hoping for positive things to come on our way…