Paparating ka na ba?

"Did you even consider marrying me?" he asked.

She answered, "Of course, I did. But someday, when you ask a girl to marry her, you don't want her to consider. You'd want her to know."

I don't know if I'd ever go as far as ask anyone to marry me. But I do know, in the deepest confines of my heart, I will ask someone to be with me forever. And when I do that, I would want that person to know. I would want that person to be sure. To be with me and me alone. To give me the most precious of gifts, that someone's heart.

And so now, I consider every person I meet as someone to whom I might eventually ask the question,

"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?"

It gives me shivers just thinking about it. To think of someone staying for good. Someone with whom I will share my most intimate thoughts. Without judgment nor fear of being rejected. One who will not think less of me in my most embarrassing moments. One who will love me for all of me.

Will there ever be such a person? Paparating na ba sya?

When I was small, I have often wondered how my life will turn out in my late twenties. Back then, I had no idea who I will be now, what kind of person I would have eventually become, what part of this play shall I own up to. Now, almost two decades thereafter, I still ask the same questions. Only this time, the query doesn't stop with me. It reaches beyond myself to the someone I will spend the rest of my life with. Someone who will help me shape the kind of person I will be in the next 30 years of my life. Someone for whom I will ask the question,

"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?"

And someone, who will, without doubt nor hesitation, irrevocably say, "Yes, and I want you to know that."

Paparating ka na ba?