I love my wife. And my wife loves me. But that was never the paramount reason we got married.
I’ve been with, and loved, several women. And if love was the primary reason for me to get married, I would have had my big day years before I even met my wife.
Back then, I hardly knew what marriage meant. Or the amount of work it took. I believed that love was everything, that it could solve all problems that may come in a relationship. But, my own relationships proved otherwise. I realised that love was only the beginning, and what really mattered was how hard we wanted to work for each other and how far we were willing to go, to be with each other.
I wanted a marriage that would last. I wanted to marry someone who gave me confidence that we could grow old together. And this feeling – it isn’t some sudden strike of magic, like love at first sight or lucky chemistry – it comes with the time you spend together, as you start being your real self with each other. It thrives as you figure out each other’s weaknesses and unfulfilled passions. And with togetherness, ‘love’ blossoms into a commitment towards making each other’s lives easier, happier and more meaningful.