Taiwan time 4:26pm
Seattle time 1:26am

Bull frog chirped on my phone, another email notification or a Facebook message notification, but the latter is so rare that I normally just associate ribbit sounds to another email. I refreshed my Gmail account page on the laptop, no new unread email. Hum. I guess it is a Facebook message, however rare it is. But who can it be? Maybe it’s a message from Cathy Mama or possibly another Facebook chat from Jecho telling me how disturbed he was when Ri accidentally pinged him on Gchat starting with the line “hi, baby”. I took my gloves off (during an experiment at the time), and signed into Facebook and clicked that little message icon on the top. The drop down menu showed a new message from Ri. Hum, this is even strange-er, I thought I had said good night to him hours ago, he should be sound asleep right now, it is past 1am after all. The brief message contain not many words and there was only one central thought to the entire message.

“I just read all the Facebook messages that were exchanged between us dating back from when we first met almost exactly 7 years ago on October 15th in 2005. I reflect on where we are I feel so happy that I am with you. I really appreciate and am joyful just thinking about how much you love me despite the fact that you constantly request me writing emails to you. Using Facebook to write to you brings me back to the days when we were still in school and that feeling feel so familiar and nice. Letters contain so much meaning and feelings that chatting doesn’t capture. I wish we had exchanged more conversations like these. Anyways, I really appreciate your love baby, and I will sleep on these sweet thoughts and warm feelings.”

Here I am sitting at my desk thinking that maybe I was wrong to believe that only women are this sentimental. There was a point in out relationship when I thought “Ri will never get exactly what I am thinking”, the sadness and the despair that comes with the helplessness of not being understood. I used to think, how can he ever understand my feelings so minute such as the warm fuzzy from seeing him smile widely at the waffles I made in the morning or the longing every time I leave on a trip but did not receive words from him for more than a day. Guys were suppose to have a broken radar in this aspect, so I told myself. But I guess, I was wrong, because he does get it, he gets my feelings so infinitesimal that sometimes I don’t even get it myself. It just takes him a while and 6051 miles of distance to figure it out.

Conclusion, so what’s my conclusion? Actually I’m not sure. I thought bride-to-bes are suppose to doubt their decision and have cold feet getting closer and closer to the wedding, but I guess I am so blessed to be more and more sure that this man is the love of my life by choice, and I can’t wait to marry him. Just another 4 months and 14 days. :)