Call me old fashioned, but I still think it's cute when someone writes you long sappy love letters...
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I watch a lot of movies and read a lot of books. These are to blame for my becoming a hopeless romantic: that belief of finding the one and finding him at the right time and place as if you're walking in a haze or dream, that spark in your eyes, the beating in your chest, the chill in the air and that slow uneven breathing...
Ooops, let's cut my ramblings shall we? So days from now, my mom and dad are going to celebrate their 22nd wedding anniversary. I'm sure the road wasn't smooth for them. There were bumps, detours and road blocks along the way. For years, I've always been preparing something like a surprise breakfast, a dinner and there was once when I made a video for them. This year, my brain has gone down the drain and I am completely out of ideas. I've been pretending to be working so that I could think and plan of something. Then it hit me. How about if I bake them a cake? Sure, I've cooked for them. A lot. But I've never attempted to bake a cake for their anniversary. I then rummaged through my mom's cookbooks and found this:
There is no denying that I have got a sweet tooth. In fact, I think all my teeth are sweet. So it wouldn't be a wonder if out of all the cookbooks, I chose to pull this out. As I flipped it open I was surprised to find this neatly scribbled on the front page:
Technically, my dad only wrote five words. It's so short that it wouldn't technically be considered a love letter. It's more like a note or a dedication, whatever you may want to call it. Reading it, I somehow felt the emotion my dad could have had when he bought this recipe book and the reaction my mom had when she opened the gift. It was as if those five words held emotions that are so strong that even if someone like me who hasn't completely witnessed their love story, could relate to it. Don't get me wrong. I have never been in love. But I think I've witnessed it from the people around me especially from my parents.
Actually, I've seen a couple of their love letters and some greeting cards that they've exchanged. I was a really nosy kid with a knack of finding stuff which aren't for me to find. I accidentally found them because I was so bored that I decided to play dress up and use my mom's clothes. I guess I was around eight or ten when I would secretly creep into their room and read those letters. To be honest, they were short, maybe not as sappy but sweet nonetheless. My dad's writings weren't even Shakespeare-ish or what. They were simple and straight to the point. He wasn't even romantic as my mom would often point out. But hey, it's the thought that counts! I'm not even sure if my mom knows that I've found them. If she reads this, then she'll know. (I love you Ma!) I think I still actually know where she keeps them. Rightmost side of the closet inside an over-sized envelope. Although, I might be wrong. That was years ago. If so, maybe I can go on another hunt and reread them? Haha. Kidding!
Someday, I hope to find the one the way my mom and dad found each other. I also hope I get long sappy handwritten letters and not ecards via email. That would seriously suck. Call me cheesy but I love being a hopeless romantic.
P.S: Happy Anniversary Mama and Papa! I ♥ you!
|Romell & Belle ♥ May 04, 1991|