the promise

When he made his confession back in April 2014, at that time I don't know whether or not he's the one. And on that day, I never thought this day would come.

April 2019.

He turned his confession to a promise. A promise that says ' I am here now, I came from home to yours, I walked 1000 miles for you and only you, to meet your parents, to show them I am on my way to make you mine. Please wait for me just a little bit more.'

We're never a perfect one. There's a time when we fought until we both cried, apart from our field we're so different from each other; be it our favorite color, our favorite food, our hobbies, our way of thinking, and our mother tongue.

There's a time when I made him cry. There are quite a few times that I made him cry and never in a day after that I am not feeling regret about it. All of my stubbornness, my not-thinking-deeply-actions, my arrogance, my unstable emotions over everything. He already saw the absolute worst in me.

But even I was the heartache I prayed he wouldn't have to experience, I realized that every pain has a purpose. And the purpose is to pull us back and bring us closer to each other. And I'm glad we never gave up. There are a million reasons why I should not give up on him and to be a better companion for him is the absolute goal that I want to achieve.

We're far from perfect. The journey has not been easy and there's no promise of tomorrow. One step closer, they said. I don't think one step is all it takes to be together now. We still have thousands of steps to take. Thousands of hours to strive, to fight, to cry, and to pray.

Along with the wait, I hope that we'll become a better person, a better son, a better daughter, a better friend, and most importantly a better Muslim. Because after all the ultimate purpose of this journey is only to walk towards Him.