40 beautiful years

Vanna Aaudaina- Naren Limbu

40 beautiful years since our marriage and still rocking.

We met in high school. And, I remember he waited till the school was over to propose me. I remember the exact date, it was August the 25th when he said the three magic words.

I’ll be honest, your grandfather was an average guy by looks. And since we were best friends at first, he knew very well that there were a handful of rich and good-looking guys who flirted out open; those who deliberately tried sweeping me off the feet with gifts and cards and dates and sugary letters. But, he never spoke a word about it only to reveal it later that he wholeheartedly trusted my judgments over these kinds of stuff.. these.

He confessed he wished to see me live my life bold and free. Doesn’t matter if it would cost him his silenced love breathing inside of him for me.

He was right, I very well knew my ground. I knew where I wanted to go, who I wanted to go with.

Sure, I also liked him. But Love, love hadn't really crossed my mind until that eureka moment when he contemplated his feelings for me over the lunch at my house that August evening. 

Sure, he genuinely outshined, differently. He truly was special and different. 
And losing him would have been a terrible, terrible life loss.

Looking back, I couldn’t be happier I chose him to those terrible nuances.

Because behold, beyond words, could explain how much I liked and loved this man for his undeterred friendship, his understanding of the matters — the way he sees and explains things, his beautiful, beautiful mind, the silly sense of humor, his thick voice, his lightweight smile and on and on and on.

I won’t lie, I didn’t accept his proposal right away. Of course, I took my time but without a doubt, he still is my best decision ever… ever.