For Life

"I've slept with a few hot chicks in my time..." he said.

"How about you? How many girls have you fucked?"

I looked at him, and thought : this is him when he's sober?

"You don't need my stamp of approval." I said.

"Damn right I don't, I've already got her, and I'm marryig her" he said, missing the point entirely.

It turns my stomach sometimes, interacting with elements of "high society" in Singapore.

*****
I've made some monumental mistakes in my time, loved people I shouldn't have bothered with and hurt people I loved; told a few misguided then-white lies that have caused too much pain, spoken too bluntly and caused more.
I remember things wrong, I'm emotional, I'm fraught with fallibility.

But if there's one mistake I don't ever want to make, it's to rush headlong into a marriage destined for disaster.
Because marriage is for life... not for-ever, but for life. For a shared life that ought to be special to two people.

Not for anything else, wealth, fame or power. But for life.