I still can’t believe I married my high school boyfriend in July. It has been 11 years since we are graduated and we didn’t see each other for 9 years of it! How did love survive… no, not survive, grow!? I actually have a couple of hypotheses:

1) If there really is “The One” or if really two people can belong to each other than he is my “One” and/or we belong to each other. Than it was only a matter of time that our lives crossed again and this time  never to split. (Hmm… is it too strong an argument?)

2) We indeliberately “shaped” each other with our criticisms as first boyfriend and girlfriend. You know, it hurts most when you are an adolescent. You define what you want to be when you are at those ages. And we really loved each other then. Not as sweethearts but as great friends. Romance came after. Then we were separated because it was time for university; separate universities. I had several other boyfriends and he had many (!) other girlfriends. And apparently, we couldn’t find what we were looking for. I know that I gradually became the lover he wanted me to be, and he became the lover I wanted him to be. Then, again, it was a matter of time…

Having a scientific background, I like it when I am rational. It is not to say I am not emotional, though. I am seriously emotional when it is rational to be so. An I am really good at rationalizing things (Well, you will find it out as you read more of my confessions!). Therefore, I stand closer to the second hypothesis. The best part is, both have the same result: I am a happy newlywed!

Oh, also an expat. An expat in Dubai. And this is where my daily struggle begins. No matter how happy you are, being a newlywed is a tiring and stressful thing. Adding to that, being an expat is not easy. So I am left with many things to complain, cry about and, yes, CONFESS…

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