Pinky Promise

*Found this somewhere on facebook, twist the storyline a little. Hope you would enjoy!

 

“Pinky promise that we will get married when we are grown-ups?”

“Pinky promise…”

I was 10, Jacob was 11.

He was my play date since I was 5 in kindy. He was my classmate and partner in grade school. He was my first and only boyfriend I ever dated.

 And he is my husband.

Jacob and I got along very well when we first met each other. I liked being around him. He was the guy who made sure I was safe, I wasn’t hurt, and that I was happy.

We started as boyfriend-girlfriend relationship when we were both 10 and 11 after a ‘pinky promise’ was made. It was silly to both of our parents but to us, we were dead serious. Every day after school, we would walk home hand-in-hand. We live just a few houses away from each other. Sometimes, he would make bracelets from flowers and leaves to give it to me either on my birthday or Valentine’s Day. Often I kissed him on the cheek then. Other kids thought we were crazy. You know, ‘cooties’ and such other problems kids that age would think. Other grown-ups then find us cute and all, but never thinking that this relationship would last. Well, it did, for 11 years.

Throughout our teenage years together, we were like every other adolescent couple, we celebrated Valentine’s Day together, celebrated each other’s birthdays, and just do any silly stuff us teenagers would do. When Jacob was 19, he was enlisted into the army, but then didn’t stop me in this relationship, and certainly didn’t love him lesser. He would get deployed out to overseas for the army, but he would be back by my side soon. I prayed every day for his safety. When he gets back, I couldn’t leave him more than two seconds.

During his stay overseas with the army, Jacob and I would write as often as we could, sometimes once a week, sometimes twice or thrice a week. We would write to each other saying that we belong together forever and always.

21^st December was our anniversary; it was already 11 years being together with Jacob. It was a lucky year as Jacob was not in deployment that anniversary. He took me to my favourite restaurant for dinner. He got me beautiful daisies. I was so happy that year, to be able to be with him.

“Sally, I want you to know how much I loved you for the past 11 years, ever since we made that promise.” he said. I was happy that he still remembered our silly promised as a child. “You are still that beautiful girl, with flaming red hair and breath-taking green eyes.” He continued.

“I also want you to know that once I make a promise, I will fulfill it.”

I was staring at him in curiousity. ‘What is he talking about?’

He took out a red velvet box out from his pocket. He took my hand and kneels down. “Sally, would you be at my side forever and always? Would you love me for another 11 years, 22 years, or even 99 years? Sally, would you be my wife?”

Of course, you know the answer to that. Two months later, we were married. I am a proud army wife to him.

I am married to Jacob for 35 years now with three beautiful children and an intelligent granddaughter. I still love my Jacob to the moon and back, and I know he loves me too, ever since that pinky promise was made.

Melody, Darling

This was a story inspired by a song. While reading this, you could listen to the song 'Little Things' by 'One Direction'. And no, I am not a Directioner, I just like this song. Presenting: "Melody, Darling"

I was married to Kevin for nearly 30 years. Kevin is a quiet guy, never really speaks him mind out for the world to hear. I, on the either hand, was the noisy, out-going one. Maybe that was the reason why I agreed in marrying him, opposites attract, right? But my elder sister was surprised that I even agreed to marry him, 30 years ago. “I remember that you wanted to be like those married couples in the movies where the guys do all those romantic, soppy things to get the girl!” she said when I told her I was engaged to Kevin.

What she said was true; I was a dreamer when I was a teen. I wanted a guy to do all those romantic things during dates. But Kevin was never like that. He was the serious kind of guy and all.  I guess I grew up. People change, right?

I love Kevin for all I know. But I never knew how much he loved me, or that why did he loved me enough to proposed to me. I found out not during the wedding ceremony, but at the wedding reception.

I remembered the night of the wedding reception after the ceremony, I was so happy. All of our friends and family were there to celebrate our wedding. It was before cutting the wedding cake when Kevin decided to call for everybody’s attention. He stood up, took a fork and gently tap it on his champagne glass, giving a clean, and sophisticated ‘Clink-ing’ sound. “Everybody, I have something to tell all of you!” I could hear him say. Suddenly, everything was silent.

He stood up on a chair. I could see how nervous he was up on that chair. I didn’t know what he was doing. I was pretty worried he would fall off the chair. “Everyone, I wanted to say something before we cut the wedding cake.”

He cleared his throat and continued, “I just wanted to say thank you very much for being here today for both Melody and I for our wedding.” I hear a small applause at the back of me. I smiled to see him up there. But little did I know that he was far from over.

“I wanted to tell everybody the reason why I married Melody.

I loved Melody more than I love myself. I know that it is not visible to your eyes how much I loved her because I am not a do-er nor a talker, because I am not really a romantic person. I do try. But today, I want to show Melody how much I love her.

Melody darling, you are my sunshine to my life, the gem of my mind, the story of my future, the one to who would go through the thick and thin with me.

Melody dear, your hand fits into mine perfectly when I hold your hand; I love how you would smile, with those beautiful dimples.

Melody love, I know how you hate to see those crinkles by your eyes when you smile, but your eyes are just beautiful. I know how much you hated those skinny jeans do to your thighs and bottoms, I know how much you hate looking at yourself in the mirror, listening to yourself sing on recording, but I love you for who you are, the adorable, funny, beautiful you.

Melody, beautiful Melody, I know how you needed a drink of warm milk every night before you sleep, I love listening to you sleep-talking, I swear to God to never to say to anyone about the conversations you have at night, even though it made no sense to me. I love how I would trace my fingers on the freckles on your cheeks; you looked like an angel asleep.

I know how you would never love yourself half as much as I love you. But I want you to. I want you to treat yourself right, I want you to love yourself as much as I do.

I want to tell you that I will always be with you whenever you need me. I know that I don’t say all this many times in the past or even the future, but I will try. Because, Melody dear, I love you…”

I remember crying when I heard his wedding speech. I hear a lot of clapping from everybody around me. I saw him walking towards me and he hugged me. I know how much he loved me then and even now.

I would still relive the memory of the speech he gave that night, remembering those exact words, while smelling the beautiful flowers he gets me every day, at 55 years old. I heard the back door opened and someone behind my chair. “Hello Melody darling…” And he kissed me on the cheek.

My birthday ring and promised ring

Surpise birthdays. Sigh. How I noticed I have friends who never do this anymore. The only person who first surprised me was my first boyfriend. My birthday was during the weekday, so he decided to bring me out to surprised me with a gift. I actually was wondering whether had he forgotten about any gift for me like how I had forgotten about his birthday a year before.

We were walking past a shop when he pulled me in. He brought me to the side where they were selling rings.'Bunny head, I wanted to buy this for you, but I didn't know do you like it first, so I booked for the ring and bring you here to see.'

It was a pretty stainless steel ring with hearts on the band. 'Anything you get me is fine by me.' I was never a fussy person.

He found a proper size for me and slipped it on my middle finger. 'I will find another ring in another year as a promised ring'. He did. I kept both rings with me. Sometimes I do wear it as keepsake to remember the 4 remarkable years I had with him.

I am selfish

Ever notice that you would always blame on your ex on your failed relationship? Have you ever wonder that maybe, the reason of the break up is because of you? Well, I have, just a few seconds ago.

I was thinking to myself, why did everything between us failed when we were actually having a great love. It was me. I was scared of letting you go at the end, so I decided to end it earlier to kill off all emotions that we might have later on.

I was well at first and I knew you were a wreck after I told you to forget about me. I was telling myself, 'I can live through this, I know I can.' But little did I know how I wrong I was.

After the first few weeks, I find myself looking back at those sweet past messages you would sent me. And I remember telling myself, 'Shit. I still love him.' But I still continued to ignore you.

Many times you gave me chances to rekindle back the love, but I declined. Until you lost all feelings for me.

Only now I know this will be another roller coaster. Because I did the exact same mistake in my first relationship with my first boyfriend. Now I have both of them in comparison and I can see clearly why both of them ended. It us all because of me.

I was scared of continuing to have stronger feelings for the both of them when they leave for the overseas. I could see so clearly that God gave me a second chance to face my problems again with my second relationship, but I blew it.

Now, its too late. For both of them. One is mourning for the loss of a close family that even I knew and had a warm feelings towards to. No doubt this one had never been together with another girl, but from what I heard from his sister, I knew he was interested with a junior in his college. The other has fallen for another girl near his place. Even he claims to say he still have feelings for me, I knew they were slowly fading off as I see no effort of trying to continue it.

I feel as if I am a horrible person, letting off both great guys because I was afraid of getting hurt. But I am still hurt, by my own doings.

I even could forget the crush I was having the first few months in college because I thought my ex is still waiting for me.

I guess I am selfish. So, its time for me to face my punishment in isolation.