THE LONG-LEGGED LION

the weekend came and passed so swiftly, filled with great company and bliss.

saturday was his brother's wedding - the bittersweet culmination of many a stressful night of the parents and him, i'm sure.

weddings usually test the nerves of the family, and couple.

personally, family opinion matters to me.

though that may be because i know my family is open-minded enough to try out new deals and what i may suggest (because i've proven my competency through the years).

for the more traditional families around, a wedding is not simply just an event for the couple, but one for family and family's friends and business associates.

there was a time i thought if ever i would get married and plan for my own wedding, i'd keep it small, quiet and intimate.

of course, some people (you know who you are) had to remind me of my various associations/committments and i knew a small setting would not be possible.

but...i've realized an interesting way to get everyone involved. =)

you'll find out if i ever get married.

poetry in motion, earth angel, can't help falling in love.

songs that stuck from the johnny tillotson concert saturday night...a much needed chill-out for us.

we totally dug being sat right in the middle of old fogeys you'd think would be too docile to get up and boogie...NOT.

i grinned in wonder and delight at how unabashed these people are in their 50s and 60s.

i was pleasantly surprised to see and hear of couples who've been married for as long as 40 years in the audience.

the concert was a little too short for my liking, though we really appreciated being able to bask in the splendor of the esplanade concert hall for a while after a day of hustle bustle.

the right combination, beautiful in my eyes.

another two songs which flitted into conversation in the car.

elements of convention linger in our time together, yet it doesn't run the course of a new relationship.

i feel guilty for voicing out how everything could go wrong...and worry that one day, he will get extremely tired of trying to reassure me.

he's the self-confessed optimist - mostly seeing the best in people and thinking how things could go right.

our differences sometimes seem glaring enough to make me want to take a step back, but i often find myself rooted on that spot, not being able to move.

maybe i just don't want to move.

maybe i just want to stand right there and hope for some sort of optimism to save me from plunging into runaway pessimism.

but i know he's the gravity that holds me still for now.

i'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.