Valentine's day is just a day away. Roses and chocolates are selling everywhere. The heart shapes are ubiquitous. This past weekend I came across a story of a devoted couple and it just stirs up some emotions. Do I really know what love is?

 

The story was about this gay couple. Two complete different people, one tall, burly caucasian with blond hair and blue eyes, the other small, dark, Asian guy, were two partners of this relationship. The two did not only differ in appearance but also did not appear to have much in common (at least to the sister of one of the lovers).  However, they seemed to be genuinely in love and happy together. However, happiness did not last forever. The Caucasian was tested HIV positive. Slowly the disease progressed. The tiny Asian did not leave his lover. Towards the end, when the Caucasian guy can no longer walk or take care of himself, the Asian guy took care of him. Sadly, the disease took over and he died.

 

The amount of things that the lovers endured and the devotion of the Asian guy made me wonder if I can do the same. I have deserted my ex when things got really bad and when both of us headed to towards our own hell of depression. I know that love is not only when things are going well. "For better or for worse", a vow commonly taken at weddings, is a cornerstone of love. I hope that when it comes to "for worse" part, I will be as brave as the Asian guy in the story.