So I've been out in London for this past month. I was invited to be the "Man of Honor" for one of my recent close friends, Margaux and Ada. I was a little intimidated at first, knowing that there are family and friends who shared a much longer friendship compared to me. however within the short time I spent with them, I learned an important lesson in the means of any friendship or relationship. It's more about the quality of time rather than the quantity to make a cherished moment.
I met Margaux at my old job a couple years back. She was a pleasant lady who studied Illustration at the same school as me and had a sophisticated sense of fashion. But thats only a fraction of what Margaux is.
One day we both got caught in a 12 hour shift and exhausted ourselves to no end. She invited me to dinner with her soon to be wife that night and we soon headed to the train station. We missed our stop twice thus being delayed for another hour or two. So the small percentage of what I knew of Margaux increased as I saw this pleasant woman turn into this cold blue-eyed stare of frustration. But still that was not the entirety Margaux.
So we finally got our train, made it to her house and walked up the stairs to the scent of spaghetti and meatballs. That is when you see the small fraction of Margaux's personality go up to 100%. Despite the 12 hour shift and getting lost in the train route, you see her filled with joy and energy like it was nothing. And its all because she's in front of the love of her life, Ada.
At that moment, I found myself in awe. It was amazing to see a couple be 100% themselves in front of each other. It was a profound reminder that love is a powerful thing that it still exists in this world.
Love is quite amazing thing. It make you grow, makes you value your time with others, and it can even make you feel comfortable just being yourself.