" A MAN WHO NEVER MADE A MISTAKE , NEVER MADE ANYTHING "

- Diary of A Wimpy Kid: Dog Days (2012)

What is marriage ?

A beautiful decorated lady in white dress, a man handsomely tucked in black suit, exquisitely elegant dais with fresh flowers to amend its culture; all in a closed walled ceremony just enough to declare its dedicated share of new life to the world.

Its more than that. It is more than dedication. Marriage requires you to love with all your chocolate heart and pure soul. To mend each other in hard times and appreciate great moments. Marriage is a big portion of sharing. Not just secrets and lies to live with, but to be a great compliment of his deficiency, to complete. To really readily known his expression of gratitude nor disapproval, with no sense of reasons. To obey, and argue, on things not sanely right. To hold his heart, not carrying on hand or head, but to wear it such a medal.

Its something no one else can see in a person, but you. and you believed it. Marriage is not just sex. Its a form of understanding. Complicated agreement. Mutual trust. He is what you want to see everyday, but with some pieces of independent attached to you. He will be your coffee in the morning and lullaby in the night. You'll be his rainbow through the day. 

Marriage is not magic nor logic, much less a curse . It is not symbolic, not religious. It is not a form, nor a crime. It is marriage.

And love is, indescribable. 

Rain

Its pouring heavily, lately. It feels like mother-nature naturally hate this particular area, or it is symbolically crying for some greeny-mercy. I love the smell of air, the scent that it carries after the pouring rain. It contain memories, in unclear state.

So, don't mind rain, I am on your side.