When I was young, I
used to see marriage as a nice game. It was a wonderful white dress,
high heels, a golden bracelet, and a ring surrounding my finger.
I
used to see marriage as a nice game. It was a wonderful white dress,
high heels, a golden bracelet, and a ring surrounding my finger. It was
love that inhabits the heart, a small kingdom where the prince charming
will come on his white horse to live with his beloved over the clouds.
When
I comprehended matters, I knew that marriage is commitment and
responsibility. It is mercy, compassion, rapport, understanding, and
respect. It is disclosure, harmony, and disregarding slight mistakes.
Earth is its vicinity; it is not the sky. It is not white horses or soft
mattresses. All that we have memorized from the movies and the TV
series is just illusions