Continue from “Love Conquers All” (3rd October 2006)….

Love is the way you look at me; the way I look back. It's a feeling people try to find, but when they are least expecting it, it finds them. Love is hard at times, but it is always there. You feel it, day in and day out. You yearn for someone more than yourself... that's love. Between Ziehan and I, we experienced it in no other different forms of essence than any man on the street. Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have. A rose is a rose; by any other name, the fragrant is just as sweet. There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. Ziehan and I allowed ourselves to explore our passion beyond the conventional wisdom of love. It has never been about Valentine day, candle light dinner or a bouquet of roses. Our feelings transcend beyond that. That of which where my safe habitat is to sit under her tree; under the tranquility of which, she inhabits that kingdom in my heart. Each of us literally chooses, by our way of attending to things, we never seek to vary how we love by day; and how it should remain unchanged by night.

If I had allowed all its complexities to interfere with my sense of judgment, I will live no bigger than those pretentious fools who thought that they have it all. Call it by any other names; if love is love, then love is love indeed. There’s no need to lose one’s equilibrium. The beauty and its passion is such an experience. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness. Only what ails us sometime is that our sense of judgment and interpretation can be so bruised and blunted, we miss all the best.

Ziehan’s beauty only captured my eyes; her personality captured only my attention, but it was her sincerity that captured my heart and conquered all. We courted each other with all that matters. Anything under the sun, everything under her tree to the kingdom from the bottom of my heart - from West Coast Park to One Fullerton, from late night phone calls to late night movies, poems and poetries, we gave each other what we felt best…We Love. Be that it was March; come April or COME WHAT MAY… no science would ever be able to reduce the value of our love to its nearest decimal arithmetic. Nor could it translate our feelings for each other into formula. Laughter and love, the challenge of joy and happiness: these will always surpass the scientific mastery of nature.

We all live in a wonderful world that is full of love, affection and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our open hearts. I'm tired of all this nonsense about love being blind. If only we could behold love through the eye of the mind, that's good enough.

When Ziehan and I first met, it might have been a matter of chance. Destiny soon made it a matter of choice. After twenty-seven years in oblivion, the feeling between us is not a thing to be waited for; love is the only thing to be achieved. It’s probably the only chance to do it right. If you ever get a second chance in life to love someone like Ziehan, you've got to go all the way and journey into the beyond. Odd as it sounds, I had since sentenced myself to life with Ziehan because of what she has done for me as a human being, a man, a husband and a papa.

“Happy is the person who knows what to remember of the past, what to enjoy in the present, and what to plan for in the future” - Captain Jack Sparrow


To Be Continued….