Every morning, I would wake up to different sounds, usually coming from D’s computer. On some days, I would wake up to the unmistakable voice of the current video tutorial that he’s watching. Right now, he’s obsession is video-making. On others, I would wake up to the curse-laden podcast of Basti Artadi and Tirso Ripoll’s Tropical Banter.
But one morning, a few weeks ago, I woke up to a rather pleasant sound streaming from D’s speakers. It was this song. Listen (I mean watch).
He said he likes how the music video was made — the concept, the transition from one scene to the next, from one couple to another, how everything blended harmoniously, cinematically, perfectly together. And briefly, we tackled the music video as if we are experts in video-making.
But when he played it a few times over, I couldn’t help but reel in the lyrics of the song and comment how it could’ve been our wedding song, if only it was released a year or two earlier. He said we can still use the song and I thought he meant for a wedding video that he is planning to make.
“For our renewal of vows.”
“Renewal of vows? So soon?”
“Not anytime soon, of course. On our 50th wedding anniversary. I want to marry you again on our 50th anniversary.”
I fixed my gaze on his monitor screen.
“That’s too far off. You’ll never know what will happen in 50 years.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Let’s see what happens when we get there, if we get there.”
I knew I was spoiling the moment. It was like a second proposal or something. I must have lost all my romantic bones. But it was nice — the song and his gesture. Now, I’m hooked to the song.