About Mous3yLady…
I was one of those children who grew up knowing life would be special.
My mother would say it all the time, and the one thing about life is that what you hear on a constant basis becomes your mantra in daily slogging. My father’s rare elocution would strengthen this notion, and I grew up feeling special is the normal. So if someone told me: “you’re weird!” – it was normal.
Ants would fascinate me as a child. I would watch them march along, hoping us large human beasts would disregard their puny presence. I thought a ladybird was the morphed version of their singular unit – a transformation bestowed upon the blessed of their troupe. Ladybirds were the ones that would come to me when I was sad and alone on the top bunk of my double decker bed, and I would belay my sorrow upon the hard, yet mesmerising surface of her pretty-ness.
As time went on, my life went on and I grew out of such idylic concepts. My body changed as all girls did, and I started to like boys. There was C – cute, S – drool, I – smart as, and then there was J. Heh. Hate at first sight. The moment either of us said something, it was no holds barr. Like two kangaroos let loose in the pastures, we would verbally punch the daylights out of one another.
It was one clouded night when he took the words right out of my mouth, and sealed it with a kiss. From that day on, I fought, grew mad with, but loved with all my heart – my J.
Then again, if life was so clear cut – I won’t be writing this blog. No. Months later, my father decided Singapore was no life for his children, and reluctantly (kicking and screaming, literally), I cried for my J – but found myself alone in a foreign land, restarting a new life.
It’s been 9 years since the first time I moved here, and J is still in Singapore. Not a day has passed us by without us being in love. Time, distance and obstacles have done little to deter our love. We have fallen, and separated sometimes, but each time we are in one another’s arms, we forget the stupid unnecessary quarrels, and use each defeat as a learning stone.
We were young when we both had our first true kiss, but we grow with each day that passes us by. Even as 10 years has elasped since that day we committed to one another, we find ourselves on the most perilous journey of our romance – the road to saying ‘I do’.
Will we find true love in each other? I can’t tell – for only the future holds such secret. All I know is that I love him now, and that I will take each day at a time.
It’s taken me this long to realise what I grew up knowing – that I am special, and I have a story to tell. So read on, if you care. Either way, this story will be told here, in Mous3yLady’s own words…
Jon said
Just take my hand and walk with me further ahead cause we’ve only just begun to live