It’s not just about all the days we spend together. They kind of blend together after spending the past few months together, inseparable.

They blend into this memory of happy times, good times, delightful times.

But when you think further in, when you try to remember what happened specifically, do you truly remember much? Or is it your memories playing tricks on you? What we remember may not have been what had happened you see.

But with you, I know that I don’t need to remember the specifics. I know that today, I laughed like a madwoman. I laughed until my stomach ached, and my eyes were tearing. I laughed over someone pushing too hard against a door that said pull. I laughed about you jiggling my hand the way that irritates me the most. I laughed over so many things that I can’t really pull them out specifically anymore. I only know that today, I laughed.

Isn’t that what a relationship should be about then? 

This ability to tell each other everything, knowing what the other person is thinking just by looking at her face, or her tongue sticking out in concentration while she thinks or ponders over a decision. Knowing that she wants this toy, but she feels bad about wanting it cos she knows she can’t really afford it. And so you buy it for her anyway cos you know that that will brighten her day, and you know that she will treasure it and sleep with it by her bedside.

What does it matter after all, it’s just a few dollars for a toy. It can’t compare to that warm fuzzy feeling in your chest when you see her smiling at you. When you can see from her eyes alone that YOU, and only you, are the centre of her universe. You know that today, she treasures and loves you. You don’t know if this is forever, but you’re willing to risk it anyway because being with her for one day is better than living out your whole life wondering what could’ve been if you hadn’t asked her out.

Cliché as it sounds, life is too short for the ‘what-ifs’. I’d rather embrace the ‘oh-wells’ instead.