Joevic and Portia were fire and water. They were world apart, like Mercury and Neptune. If they were seasons, Joevic was winter, Portia was summer. If they were drinks, Joevic was an ice tea, Portia was a whiskey. If they were deadly weapons, Joevic was a kitchen knife, Portia was an M-16 assault rifle. Maybe the only commonality that they had was their being classmates in high school. After that, no more. Obviously, because of their total contrast, they didn’t belong to the same clique in high school. Portia with her sense of adventure and ruggedness could never fit into Joevic’s silent and elusive world. For her, he was too quiet and meek. For him, she was too noisy and rough. Water and fire indeed.
What brought them together 16 years after high school was a tradition—a classmate from abroad should treat to dinner former classmates. Joevic went home from abroad. He went to the school where his former classmates Portia and Sheila work. They went out. Amid, their hi’s and hello’s, the love story was created.
The former M-16 rifle became a wife material to Joevic’s eyes. She transformed herself to an Eve for any good and deserving Adam. The former elusive and meek became himself an Adonis. In their silence and smile evolved the possibilities of love.
The spark did not take long to decode. After 2 weeks Joevic proposed love. Portia immediately said yes. After two weeks, they got married. That fast. Like rain.
God brought fire and water together… He mixed them… twirled them… They become one…
God has been faithful to create their beautiful love story. Their marriage is close to 3 years now. And Joevic, bringing back to God the union that God orchestrated, has just brought Portia down isle, to officially announce Portia is now my wife, my everlasting fire.
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