Childhoodflames.

They say childhood flames won't last. But i'll like to convince you that they do.

I remember 12 years old, stumbling upon a book of fashion illustrations. It inspired me and i got hooked. I am going to be a Fashion Designer, i told myself. And from then onwards, i practiced drawing figurings.

Somewhere along the way in High School, the world started to break into my bubble. People asked, "What would you like to be when you grow up?" " Perhaps a Pharmacist, a Missionary, or an Architect. " would I reply, while furiously sketching on the table or textbook sides. ' A pharmacist she said? ' they left confused, wondering why.

Then after college the opportunity came to decide the fate of freedom's way. Paths of many kind came to say Hi. Science, Maths, Humanities they cried, "learn with us, you'll make a living, we promise, its safe to try". But only when my eyes fell upon Fashion Design, my heart gave a tug, and i felt i had no choice. Its do or die.

And then came the disapproval from the parents eyes. No, He is too poor, He won't be able to provide. Look at Accounting , He is a far better guy. Deep down, I knew my heart wouldn't lie. So i unwillingly gave in to authority, and gave Science and Humanities instead a try. Persevered i did, and never gave up, my heart still whispered Fashion Design. So i asked and asked till Dad said, " Okay, do what you like."

So i left! With heart filled with joy, i planned and located a place we shall meet. Sydney we met and the courtship began. The First year was the hardest but was surely a ride, we had lots to learn about each other, the seasons definitely wasn't dry. The Second year much better, we tops excellence in innovation together. the Third was a struggle, i was distracted, by Missionary's humility and selfless life. Even so, we manage to pull through, and won 2 competitions and a vacation to Florence, the heart of Italy, where passion and art brought beauty to life.

I started to neglect Him because i felt the need to learn more from Missionary, and that journey lead me to teaching and giving and learning of life. Perhaps i was too young for marriage that time. While teaching suddenly i received a letter from Fashion Design. " How are you doing? Perhaps we could meet sometime?" Then i remembered of our times. They were magical and my heart leaped a little to fast to stop it fluttering high. 

" Meet indeed we shall, tomorrow 4pm at tea time? " i replied. So we met, and He inspired me. I started to draw again and it served me well. " Teacher you draw so well, why are you teaching us Science?" my students asked. And i was silent, for i didn't know how to reply. 

Then i started to thinking of life with Him and without, and when the day came, "Yes!", was my reply. From then onwards we committed our lives to One full of surprise. 

For love does not say " i will try" because it just does. 

and that is what I do mean. It means,

I do.