Sunday, September 26, 2010

I Rested My Head On His Shoulder

My night ended kind of sad tonight. See, my boyfriend and I were at a friend's birthday party and everything was going well. We ate, hung out, the guys drank while I listened to their stories, teasing and sounds of sheer happiness and maybe a bit of plain stupidity. so, everything was going well right? Until, the birthday boy asked me -- in front of everybody--

"So, Dane.. When are you guys getting married?"

And that was when I panicked. I didn't know what to answer. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I haven't thought of the answer to that question. I did think about it before, I just didn't want to say it especially when I didn't know what my boyfriend thought about it.

I was like "Never".

But I was obviously joking. Anyway, we shrugged off the topic then moved on to the next hilarious topic we could think about. When Mike and I were waiting for a cab so that we can finally go home, the same friend asked the same question.

"So guys, when are you really going to get married?" This time, it was addressed to us both.

I was like "???".

But Mike said
"I don't know. All I know is that I'm not going to get married before the age of 29- 30." He answered cockily.

I just smiled.

"If that's okay with you? If you can wait." He added.

"Sure, 50 years old pah gani." I answered with a great big smile.

The everyone was like.. "Awwwwe."

Yeah, it did sound sweet but to tell you the truth, I was dying.

"Good." Mike said.

Then I added "Yeah, 50 years old but I'm going to be married with someone else at that time. You get married with someone else."

I only said that because for one, I didn't like the way he answered the question and two, I want to get married at around 25 or something but not 30. I don't know why, I just do. I figured, if ever I'll get married, I'll wait for at least three years to get pregnant so I can spend that time with my husband. I couldn't see myself having kids at a later age. Anyway, we just laughed the subject off.

Inside the cab, on the way home, I rested my head on Mike's shoulder. We were quiet. And I thought, now that college's ending, now that Mike's going to graduate this semester and I on the next, what will happen to us after? Will our future jobs bring us apart? Will i be able to wait that long? Will we get married and end up together? Will we break up?

I ended up crying on his shoulder.

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