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Love Stories

I'm sure everyone has heard many.

There are the really sweet ones, the romantic ones, the first-whom-last-till-the-end ones, the not so blissful ones...

Just by looking at my family, I can name you, let me see, at least 10 different ones.
Cannot start with mine cos use 1 hand to count is more than enough and also not that happening.
Cannot be too detailed too cos didn't seek permission so here are some....
1) their courtship started when one was 11, and the other 15 (I think) and the story continued since then. What were you doing when you are 11? I was a nerdy kid, trying to be a good student, prefect, librarian and science club member.
2) not lacking of suitors, she only had her first serious relationship in her late twenties with the young man who was secretly in love when they were still in school. Who would have thought that getting in touch again years later would turn into a long-distance relationship then marriage? Both are happily residing miles away pursuing their American dreams.

3) the I-want-to-get-married-at-18-years-old chio bu & the yandao kia. Today, they are the parents of 3 beautiful daughters and 2 ultra-cute grandchildren.
4) my paternal grandpa has been living with his 2nd wife but in recent years, dumped her cos she turned senile and he got really sick. He is now back at my grandma's under her care. I doubt any woman our generation can tolerate such nonsense.
5) my maternal grandparents don't live together cos they can't get along but she still cooks for him and he still cares a lot for her.
6) remember the story about my uncle who cheated yet accused my aunt? They are fine now and seem very happy together.
7) both my uncles (dad's brothers) have mistresses. One even left the family to be with the other woman. I heard the other one was dumped recently. Both have 3 kids and Malaysian wives. Wow, is this brotherhood or what?
These are all different stories and I'm not even sure if love still exists in some.
What triggered me to pen this entry is the troubled lovers around us recently.
I have a friend whose other half is confusing her because he refuses to speak his mind.
Ray has a friend whose other half is not very likeable and is always acting like she doesn't care about the relationship in front of everyone.
And we've been playing counsellors to these two respectively.
I have two more stories that I'd rather not share here.
So you see, love can be so sweet yet so torturing.
And no one can prepare you for the better or worse.
It's hearing these stories that make me appreciate Mr. Grumpy and what we have, more.
Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not gloating or being selfish.
It's just that we have had our fair share of sweetness and torturous moments and having lost and gained it all really made us grow up and see love in a different perspective.
Yes, some people gotta learn it the hard and dramatic way.
They have to lose someone, to cry buckets, to feel the heartache and finally know what they are missing.
We are the lucky ones but we also believe in fate.
So, I really wish those around us well and may they find their ones soon.
Of course, you don't have to focus on just the boy-girl love because family & friends love are just as, if not more important.

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