Which brings me to share, the other day, someone told me she ran away before she got married. I didn’t used to understand why, because I’ve always wanted to get married at 24, and have babies before I turn 28, so that by the time my kid is 20, I’m only 48. Plenty of energy left to sit back， relax and enjoy old age. But these days, I realised that somehow getting married loses that wholesome appeal once you pass a certain age and that it can be quite nerve-wrecking to bind yourself to someone for the rest of your life.
My ex-college school mate got married on July 7th and I was truly happy for her. But before all the congratulatory hugs, I asked her how did she know for sure?
Suddenly, getting married at 24 seemed too early.
She shared that when they’ve come full circle, ultimately the security and comfort from someone you have been with long enough is good enough reason.
I guess it’s nice to know there’s someone who’d always be there for you “to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish ’till death do [them] part”.