My cousin brother is getting married, and as you may know, with all the Punjabi wedding  traditions it’s impossible to get any sleep. My cousin and his fiance met back in seventh grade. Cute little kids having harmless fun. By tenth grade my brother was crazy for her, and so he decided to ask her out…I’ll not say anymore because they’ve been together ever since. First love eh? I was at their engagement ceremony last night and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than the two of them together. Their bright smiles and that little sparkle of I-don’t-believe-this-is-happening every time they saw each other. Makes me want to have that kind of a love. I want to be able to look at a person and say “this is who I want to spend the rest of my life with” it’s beautiful really. Marriages have this ring to them, decorated halls, heavy dresses, old traditions. It’s lovely to be a part of it.
It’s a forever for the both of them. A true one. I guess forever isn’t an incorrect concept after all. Love stories do happen, picture perfect ones. Deny it all you like but being in love and being loved back, has got to be the best feeling ever.