I have never really admitted this to anyone but I’m a hopeless romantic. Yes, although I look like an ice queen. And if there’s a video that I can watch over and over again and still cry a bucketload, it will be the proposal and wedding videos of Justin and Emily. Aaaaahhhhh, such a beautiful couple.
I thought about it the other day. About the perfect romance. People say when you found the right one, you’ll know. Or as we Muslims believe, we already have it all written waaaayyyy before we were even born. And as a person who loves surprises (future husband please take note), I feel that its a wonderful arrangement that Allah put in place for us. It’s quite nice to know that there’s someone who’s meant to be mine long before I even care about what’s for dinner. Or where’s my ice cream. Or what to get for myself during this YES season. YES!!! I can’t help it la okay. Nothing gets me more excited than shopping. Or the idea of shopping. Or the list I make for shopping. Anyway, where was I?
Oh, I have no idea how I got here. So, Justin and Emily. They have the perfect love story in my book. Then I realized, WHERE THE HECK AM I GOING TO FIND MY JUSTIN?!! Suddenly I remember this lecture I heard, (can’t really recall who was it from) the speaker said that God gave us the perfect match and it was written even before we were born. Then, someone from the audience asked, ‘if we are meant to be with someone who’s best for us, why are there divorce cases? Did God suddenly changed His mind?’ Then the speaker said (now that I think about it I think its Dr Asri or famously known as MAZA), for however long the couple were married, during that period they were best for one another. *sigh of relief*
What’s the point I’m trying to deliver? I’m a hopeless romantic. The End.
p/s: for those of you who for even once thinking of commenting down below with things like: ‘how can you post something Islamic and have a picture like that’ (or anything along those lines), please excuse yourselves. Press the X on top of the right or left hand corner of your browser. Merci!
For those of you who have no idea what’s a justin or an emily is: