My husband, Da-Wen, is also my best friend. We talk of politics, goals, cuisine, and culture. We communicate like childhood friends. I don't have to say a word for my husband to know what I'm thinking; he insists my face gives it away. To him, I'm an open book. I'm fortunate to be in a relationship where I still have my own identity. I think that's important. I have a person in my life who challenges me; encourages me to be more adventurous. There's nothing worse than to be with somebody who only puts you down and sabotages your every attempt to improve yourself. I'm fortunate not to have such negative energy.
I met him online. Out of all places. Myspace, to be exact. I know, what the hell is that? I don't quite remember, myself. Da-Wen gave me a sincere, respectful message - so I decided to actually respond. Who would've thought I was responding to my future husband? Pure comedy. I took a huge risk by moving to South Florida with Da-Wen to start a whole new chapter. Luckily, the book turned out quite well. I never dreamt of marriage. To be honest, I simply just wanted to explore the world with a pan and paper. I didn't want to be planted in soil, so to speak. I wanted to move like the wind; I honestly didn't care where I was going.
I settled down, instead. Da-Wen was the one who planned the whole wedding. On top of that, he helped me pick out a wedding dress, and he let me choose a wedding ring (I got a ruby instead of a diamond). It's my thing. Don't judge. I'm not the planner in the relationship. Da-Wen is. Hands down. Da-Wen help me not be so careless and I encourage him to loosen up. We complement each other.
I still move like the wind. The difference is, I have somebody who's there to share the adventures with.