A love story

He is 19. She is 17. They got married last Sunday.

I was heart-broken, yet I had to attend a wedding of a family friend and witness a  union of love.

He was small, I didn't even thought that he was the groom when I first entered the hall. He looked like more of a high school student attending his first JS Promenade. He asks a glass of water every now and then.

She was dressed in a beautiful gown, trying to hide her five-month old baby inside her. Her make-up smudged probably by the heat inside the room.

The entourage started and everyone looked at them. They look like little kids playing the "Wedding Booth" in school. But it was real. This is a wedding. This marks the start of a journey of a lifetime.

The pastor started the ceremony. They were tied with a veil and a cord, and finally joined by a ring. The new chapter of their lives was sealed with a kiss. They are now one. 

He sang her a song and she blushed. They must be in-love. But I felt at that moment, they are not ready. 

I felt fear. 

I fear of being married someday. 

It's not easy leaving what you have lived for all these years and starting all over again. It's not easy taking care of someone else when you cannot even take care of yourself at all times. It's not easy being away from your parents. 

After the break-up, I told my friends that I don't want to fall in love again. They raised eyebrows and asked me to just finish the bottle of Red Horse.

Witnessing their wedding, I realized one thing: 

Life is too short. 

And sometimes, our decisions makes it shorter. That while we have the liberty to do what we want with our lives, we have to think of the consequences of our actions. Regrets are inevitable, but we can always use them to learn lessons that will hopefully make us better persons.