The One?
How do you know that s/he is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with?
Our PM’s announcement of his upcoming marriage this weekend brought this thought to my head. Not that I’ve never thought about it before but I’ve never figured it out so sooner or later, it would be banished into some dark corner of my mind.
About a year and a half after his first wife’s death, and about half a year being in love with his new love. A little fast, I think… but that’s just my opinion. Love works differently for different people, no?
So how DO you know?
Is it that certain level of comfort that you feel with him/her? Or the warm, fuzzy feeling that you get whenever you’re with him/her?
How does one decide to get hitched/involved in a long-term relationship anyway? Biological clock ticking? Reached a certain age/stature in society? The need for companionship? How do you integrate your differences and ensure harmony? How do you ensure that you don’t get on each others’ nerves until you feel like strangling the other? How do you integrate your values and ensure that they don’t contribute to frustrations later on when someone decides that his/her values has changed? How do you know that you’re getting married because you want to and not because, subconsciously, it is expected of you to? To get married. Have children. Raise a family. Get a house. Get a family pet. Two cars. Why do you decide to have children? Because you like kids? Because you want to carry on your family name? Because it’s expected of you? Ineffective family planning? What happened 10 years down the road? Why did you go your separate ways? What happened to that couple who were so smitten with each other on their wedding day? Ok, I think I’m digressing.
So many questions, no answers. So many marriages and new relationships, just as many divorces and separations.
Honestly, I don’t know how people decide to get hitched or not to get hitched. Sometimes, I tend to think it’s due to the hormonal changes or emotional high that someone gets when one is proposing/being proposed to.
Yep, that’s me, the cynic. That hopeless romantic in me has long flown out the window.
Or maybe it’s that time of the month.
I shall let my family and friends tell you about me. These comments may be rather old but I think the gist of them still hold 
