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.
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