I am not a sucker for love stories. True, I devoured Sweet Dreams and Sihouette and Mills and Boon and Danielle Steele before I knew any better. But then I realized that love stories are all variations of the same plot (you know, the boy-meets-girl, the riding-off-into-the-sunset and the living-happily-ever-after stuff). And I learned soon enough that real life isn't a love story. That life is, in fact, a string of stories good and bad.
The "unromantic" that I was, I had an ever-expanding list of things that made me go "ewww."
1. Roses on Valentine's Day
2. Sappy love letters
3. Cheesy lyrics
4. David Pomeranz
5. Moony, "adoring" looks
6. The damsel-in-distress drama
7. Sharing a room and a bed and a bank account with someone
8. Holding hands for reasons that have nothing to do with safety
9. Making up after a fight
10. The Wedding March
Four years of wedded (can't say it's all) bliss--and a three-year-old that has her dad's eyes--and I take back everything on my list.
Happy anniversary, Paparu! And without racing to the medicine cabinet for a dose of antihistamine (or for the barf bag), I can truly, truly say that I'm glad you found me. :p