The Proposal (not a movie review)

Though I resemble Ryan Reynolds a bit, this is not about his movie with Sandra Bullock. This is about me and my own Sandra Bullock, who I tell you, is a lot prettier than the award winning actress.

Exactly a month ago, I had asked her if she wanted to marry me.  It was one of those romantic scenes in movies you see – fine dining, we were in a river cruise, and soothing music in the background. Damn, there were even fireworks (but I didn’t plan it, it was the end of Ramadan, so the timing was great). However, none of those mattered as even the romance in the air succumbed to the chutzpah of silence. I tell you, when you do things like that only once your entire life, all the months (perhaps years) you prepared for it will all dissolve into nothing. The only thing that will remain is silence, and (in my case) the hope that it end soon, no matter what the result is.

Bateaux Cruise, Dubai

At that time, I felt two things:

1.       1.  Afraid that I was too corny or unorthodox when I popped the question and

2.       2.  Afraid that I may have a heart attack. I was palpitating, and I can literally hear my heart pounding. For a good 30 seconds, I thought I only breathed in once.

So what’s the verdict?

She answered yes. And we’re getting married.

God has been infinitely good to me.  There are times I feel that I’m not worthy of his blessings. But they just keep pouring. Just like that most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She didn’t just pass by. She didn’t just smile.  And she didn’t just say hello.

She loved me. And beyond the exchange of vows, rings, and I do’s, she will love me forever.

Ms. Rodelyn Pineda, soon to be Mrs. Javier

Say a decade back, I didn’t believe in romantic love. All the while, I thought love is just about caring for people you love. But now I am able to know the difference between platonic love and romance. It’s the feeling of you writing a novel about it and after people read it, they would smile on their sleep. As a college paper writer/poet, I rarely delve in the subject of love in my literary pieces. I always find that subject corny, mushy, and cliché. But now, love would always be present, not only in my journal or blog entries, but in everything I do, or none of them would ever be complete without it.

Well, when she came, I became complete.

- Champ 10/1/2012

I honestly  thought that she was a lot happier because I asked than I was happy because she accepted. hehehe