J-emine's reflexionando

H picked up sailing during Covid and been working hard in mastering the art of sailing – with most free weekends being out at sea.

We met 2 years ago, when SG loosened up on Covid restrictions at a good friend’s dinner party- and since then, H along with sailing (mainly, his sailing escapades and stories/ no, I didn’t pick it up), has been a huge part of my life.

Two weeks ago, H bought me out to sea for the very first time – I had a hunch of what he had up his sleeves, how could I not when we’ve been busy working backwards – choosing wedding venues, speaking with bridal/groom designers, sorting out photographers – well, basically the full works.

We set off from Keppel Bay, went passed Sentosa and inched away from West Coast (his little fib to get me out to sea on a weekday evening was to say, we’re bringing the boat to the West Coast yacht club); amidst the light sea breeze and threatening showers – he ushered me to the front of the boat, sat me down as the boat slowed down near Sister Island. The sun was setting, a faint hue of pinkish orange was visible if one tilt their head to the right, and as we sat shoulder- to -shoulder, mesmerised by the presence and stillness of the charming sea – H shared profound sentiments of our 2 years together and officially asked for my hand in marriage.

I can’t recall all that was said in those few minutes – but we both agreed, the heart knows best.

I have found the calm to my inner storm and my forever home.