What shall I say about then?
I come to realize that marriage is the union of two people who at first, love and care for each other; and kill each other at the same time when needs of both are not met; and desires are not fulfilled; and when words are freed like water from a broken sprinkler that floods the backyard, and if not fix in due time, the result is a dead spot on a greenish field. In marriage – if no act of service or the love languages bestowed, it shall not last and could alter the color and shapes of love. A love that grieves to be loved and be served with expectation defies the idea of a perfect marriage. But that’s how marriage should thrive, isn’t it? Yet, no such thing as perfect marriage. At least accept that there is none. And that, you have to comply to the original seeds that marriage isn’t just about passionate kisses and total abandonment of the flesh but of love and respect, of being a servant to one another and of financial differences. And that he is a human – not a knight of shining armor who can rescue you from it. In fact, the knight himself is the cause of whatever ill feelings transpired during the course of the fight and arguments happened. And if one won’t face it and run away from it, one will never learn to accept the ups and downs of marriage.