I met a Chinese girl at the start of October 2008. She was very cute and very sweet. I had no plans to settle down in England so I never thought it’d turn into anything serious, but as with everything in my life I just went along with it.
With that defeatist thinking it took a lot of growing up for me to realise that this very cute and very sweet girl was also very adorable. I really had a lot of growing up to do to realise that this girl was worth holding onto. I had a lot lot to get my head around though: she’s Chinese for a start.
What does that mean? It means that she is an only child and her parents live on the other side of the planet. It also means that I’ll probably not be able to have a deep and meaningful conversation with them within the next five years at least anyway. So yeah, a hell of a lot to get my head around.
I am sure there are quotes out there that someone can help me with but the one that springs to my mind now is that love knows no bounds. I just got sucked up into the whole thing. I was so reluctant at the start. I was actually dismissive, but the more honest and true she kept being, the more adorable she became. And the more precious.
A year ago my life was a horribly selfish affair. I had been living in London for a long time and the whole London thing had turned me into a man who’d become so jaded with wasting time he’d be selfish with every second of his day. I didn’t care too much about what people thought of me: as long as I was getting the most out of any given situation. I know I was not always like that. I stepped up the gears to adapt to London life. Now, after spending time with a girl who can only be described as pure, I dissolved back into my old self. My old self of the Irish countryside and all the time in the world to spend in the happy moment. How could I possibly not hold onto this girl?
Yeah, yeah, like it’s all my decision. Like it’s my choice that we end up together. Absolute nonsense. Love is a two way street, and often there are roadworks going on. I nearly lost her. Loads of times. In fact she even dumped me once (or twice) (or maybe even three times) but there is a very strange belief in China. If you are to be together then it has been decided before you were born. So somehow, on this path that shouldn’t hold any traffic, with these two people who’s worlds are the furthest apart – both in terms of geography and in terms of culture – love was flowing; the traffic was continuing.
I’ve been blogging for a long time but have never blogged about my love life. Now that changes. Lín and I are getting married and I want to track this time. I want to capture it and share it, as well as making my blog a bit more wholesome. It’s a leap of faith, but isn’t that what marriage is all about?
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