In the span of three days, I have received two separate proposals from two different men. Moreover, in the 30+ years of my life leading up to this point, I had never received a proposal of either type previously...wow.
The first was what you assumed - a marriage proposal. The most ironic part of the situation is the realization that this is not the first time he's asked, it's just the first time I've really listened. My inability to believe that someone could love me enough to want that with me...See, my Caribbean boyfriend is in love with me, and I with him. Our love is one that no one will ever understand. It is uncomplicated in a way that no other relationship in my life is; it is a love that stands the test of time. Others would be jealous to have such a love, and I am not ungrateful enough to take it for granted, even in the least.
"Que se mueran los incredulos envidiosos...si es que no aceptan nuestro idilio...nuestro amor no es fugaz ni pasatiempo, es valiente, muy estable sin complejos"
But then there is always Superman, flying around. He who would forego a marriage for a child. How can one even entertain such a notion when there is constant instability, inconsistency, and insecurity in the relationship? I would blame his culture, but ultimately, does that even matter? His love for me is fleeting and volatile. Even if I wanted a child, that is not the environment in which to raise one.
So, I told my Caribbean boyfriend that we would spend a week together loving each other and letting everything else fall into place as it may. I told Superman he was crazy. I think all of it is the simple truth.
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