I bubbled with love the evening we came home from the wedding. Every time I looked at my husband, my newly married, tip-top, shining husband, I felt this small fountain inside of me pool up and flow over my face. And what made it even more heavenly was that I saw it on his face too. We were surrounded by his relatives on all side, but all I knew was that I wanted to be with him. Alone.
Yes, cheesy and freaky as it sounds, I didn't want to share him. With anybody else. For even five minutes! I hated it that he stood off to the side with his cousins and friends at the weekend lunch, and that he was out of my reach, and even sight, at the family dinner. By the time the weekend rolled over and Sunday crawled to a close, I was counting down to the seconds when I would have my Hub-man all to myself.
And then I realized I was too exhausted with the the whole week that had gone behind us to do anything about it!
So I was happily married all of seven days, when we went on our honeymoon. It was a beautiful resort in the middle of no where, I tell you, and it was amazingly private. All around us were happy honeymooners, cuddling together, holding hands and coochie-cooing to the 'oohs' and 'aahs' of the resort staff.
And MY darling Hub-man had issues with PDA.
I mean, seriously?! Here?! Where all around us happy couples of OUR age and OUR type, ALL NEWLY MARRIED are coochie-cooing together, you have an issue with holding hands?! Of course, when we were walking on path alone, or sharing an umbrella from the heavy downpoar, there was some coochie-cooing from our side too..
But, it felt lonely when he sat in the coffee shop, checking mails on the wi-fi, a whole table away. Why did he think the resort was built with no wi-fi anywhere else, and designed to block cell phone signals all around?
And that was our honeymoon. A four-day outing, out of which two were spent travelling to and forth, and the other two trying to slack away our exhaustion..! Yes, it was beautiful. It was lovely. I fell in love with my Hub-man's attempts to make me happy, and to make sure I was comfortable and got everything I needed at all times.
The only problem was, I needed him more than anything else...
He doesn't usually pick up hints. He find it hard to adapt to change. He prefers capturing single shots of me to asking someone to capture both of us in a single frame, even though it's out honeymoon. But he tries. And that is the most heartbreaking-ly beautiful thing about my Hub-man...
Yes, cheesy and freaky as it sounds, I didn't want to share him. With anybody else. For even five minutes! I hated it that he stood off to the side with his cousins and friends at the weekend lunch, and that he was out of my reach, and even sight, at the family dinner. By the time the weekend rolled over and Sunday crawled to a close, I was counting down to the seconds when I would have my Hub-man all to myself.
And then I realized I was too exhausted with the the whole week that had gone behind us to do anything about it!
So I was happily married all of seven days, when we went on our honeymoon. It was a beautiful resort in the middle of no where, I tell you, and it was amazingly private. All around us were happy honeymooners, cuddling together, holding hands and coochie-cooing to the 'oohs' and 'aahs' of the resort staff.
And MY darling Hub-man had issues with PDA.
I mean, seriously?! Here?! Where all around us happy couples of OUR age and OUR type, ALL NEWLY MARRIED are coochie-cooing together, you have an issue with holding hands?! Of course, when we were walking on path alone, or sharing an umbrella from the heavy downpoar, there was some coochie-cooing from our side too..
But, it felt lonely when he sat in the coffee shop, checking mails on the wi-fi, a whole table away. Why did he think the resort was built with no wi-fi anywhere else, and designed to block cell phone signals all around?
And that was our honeymoon. A four-day outing, out of which two were spent travelling to and forth, and the other two trying to slack away our exhaustion..! Yes, it was beautiful. It was lovely. I fell in love with my Hub-man's attempts to make me happy, and to make sure I was comfortable and got everything I needed at all times.
The only problem was, I needed him more than anything else...
He doesn't usually pick up hints. He find it hard to adapt to change. He prefers capturing single shots of me to asking someone to capture both of us in a single frame, even though it's out honeymoon. But he tries. And that is the most heartbreaking-ly beautiful thing about my Hub-man...
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