Sometimes, it really makes me wonder why B asked for my hand and married me. I was only 22 and B was only 25 the year we tied the knot. Well, I know for a fact that he loves me very much. But isn't it that most men find it hard to say goodbye to their bachelor life? Especially at the age of 25? I certainly don't know what has gotten into B. While all his friends are enjoying bachelorhood, B chose to settle down with me in marriage. And I confess that I'm a very possessive and demanding woman. B knew that in the 5 years we were together. Wasn't that enough to scare him away? As a matter of fact, B's friends even refer to me as the commander or worse, the kryptonite.

When M celebrated his birthday last Saturday at Green Maris, I noticed how B acted very differently around his friends. B was the only married man in the group. All the rest were bachelors with raging testosterones. While his friends were speaking in a green language, B sat in his seat, silent and tamed, as they went on discussing about sexy FHM models and girls they hooked up with. B showed no eager interest. If anything, he tried to shift the topic to business or gadgets. Deep inside, I start to wonder if it's all because of my presence and if B would have behaved otherwise if I wasn't there at all. I also start worrying if B had any regrets marrying me and giving up his bachelorhood. I guess I'll never know, would I?

But as B embraced me in his arms that night, something told me he cherishes this marriage more than anything else in this world. With that, my worried heart was eased. :)

The 2nd year of marriage is symbolized by cotton. Soft and delicate. The warmest source of comfort. This June, B and I celebrated our 2nd wedding anniversary!

Before we got married, B and I only celebrated one anniversary every May. But now that we've tied the knot, we celebrate two anniversaries every year in the months of May and June. May is the month we fell in love. June is the month we exchanged vows. It gets quite confusing at times when I try to explain it to people. But what do they know about these special dates anyway?

I woke up early that day to prepare a special breakfast for B. Breakfast consisted of B's favorite ciabatta bread from Le Souffle with a choice of butter and a special olive oil dip. When B got out of his shower, I excitedly dragged him out to our dining room. B normally skips breakfast. But this time, B sat down and ate about 5 slices of ciabatta bread. I wished that B can declare our anniversary as a holiday and spend the entire day with me. But B had to leave for work. Before he left, B planted a kiss on my lips and reminded me about our date tonight. A kiss that lingered on my lips for the rest of the day. :)