We've all been there, we've all done that! So what's the hoot about our honeymoon? It's
not like Cinderella and the Prince Charming will be doing it the first time! Come on, we're not off to the far, far away land for a happy ever after. It's more like stepping into that lure where you'll get trapped in a jungle or get blown away in a landmine. The cruel world awaits every couple. So better snap out of the dream and open your eyes to reality, the sooner, the better.
Unfortunately, my wife lives in this wishy-washy world, perhaps she got her ridiculous ideas from Alice in Wonderland. She planned everything for our wedding: the carriage, her
fancy wedding gown, and take note, the recital of our vows. It was scripted of course, but I was blushing in shame. It was her dream wedding so I obliged. I don't understand women and their fairytale delusions! Would any man do?
On our honeymoon, we went to Paris. Oh no, it's no romance spell but more like a honeymoon from hell! We found ourselves divided in every decision, drifting from each other's worlds. She love to go to museums, while all I could do is watch ESPN in our hotel room. We were soon dining on our own, sometimes with different dates just so we could get even from the unyielding spouse. On our last night, I was thinking of divorce. Maybe I'm not cut out for this shit after all!
But then, she sidled right next to me, took off my shirt and gave me the gentlest body scrub. Working from my nape down to my spines, I felt my nerve cringe not from the sensation but from the thought of actually giving her up. I doze off and when I woke up, it's like seeing her for the first time. The real Alyssa, without her caprice, resting on my shoulders, after communicating her love through the kneads of her hands.
After that, I gave in to her whim. I had the usual tour of the city but the actual honeymoon transpired not in Paris, but in her gentle hands, where I felt loved and I felt that love dawned on me. I came to accept the crazy stuff, the fairytales! But it was the massage and the honeymoon that became a perfect blend for a happy ever after.
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