I can’t stop smiling while typing this. Every memory feels so fresh and sweet!
I decided to write it down here, not just for me and Maclare, but also for our future kids (hi, if you’re reading this one day). I know life won’t always be smooth. There will be bumps along the way, but this story will always remind me how hard we fought to be together and how worth it our love is.
So, without further ado... here’s our love story.
The year was 2013, at SIB Cheras, Kuala Lumpur. Every Sunday, I’d go for service, but I usually skipped fellowship and went home early. Busy girl life.
Meanwhile, there was this guy I kept seeing every Sunday. He was playing instruments during worship. Yep, that guy would eventually become my husband. But back then? I didn’t even know him personally because I always left so fast.
Fast forward to 2015 , I joined the Youth Ministry because my friend (who was moving back to Sarawak after marriage) asked me to help out. Coincidentally, that guy (my future husband!) had just been appointed as Youth Leader. That’s how our paths crossed for real.
Then one day, I got a text from an unknown number asking about church stuff. I asked my friend whose number it was, and she grinned and said, “That’s him!”
So we started texting. Honestly, at that time, I didn’t feel anything. I thought he probably had a girlfriend anyway. Plus, I was still healing from my past heartbreak and I wasn’t looking for “just another relationship.” But slowly… things changed.
And oh, the funniest text he sent me early on?
He wanted to know my age but didn’t want to ask directly, so he asked:
“When did you take your SPM?”
I replied: “2015.”
And he went, “So… you were born in 1988, right?” 😂
I still laugh about that until today.
The Beginning 🌸
Day by day, our conversations grew. We texted “good morning” and “good night” every day. When I traveled overseas for work, I missed him more than I expected. It didn’t feel like missing just a friend anymore.
Secretly, I started checking my “criteria list” for a future partner (haha girls, you know what I mean). He ticked the most important box: same faith and belief. Still, I didn’t rush. I prayed and asked God for guidance.
Then came my trip to Sydney, Australia. That’s when I really knew. I missed him so much it hurt. I even cried on the plane. One night, while battling a fever, I got a message from him at 2:00 AM (Sydney time).
He sent the three words.
“I love you.”
I went absolutely crazy. Jumping on the bed. Laughing and crying at the same time. Good thing nobody saw me!
But I wanted to hear it live. So I did something totally wild — I asked my boss if I could cut my trip short, and thankfully she allowed it. (Shoutout to my awesome boss and teammates who covered me that time 🙏). Honestly, it’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but my heart said: Go home.
The Confession 💖
Finally, I landed back in Malaysia. The plane felt like it took forever. And guess who was waiting for me at the airport? Him. Nervous, but there.
Later, at the church parking lot, he said it again, live this time:
“I love you.”
And my reply?
“I love you more.”
That’s still our thing until today.
Forever in Progress
Every day, I still fall in love with him. My prayers have been answered, and I’m forever grateful to God for giving me Maclare.
Our story is still being written. There will be ups and downs, but I pray we’ll always keep loving, respecting, and supporting each other in this journey.
So here’s to us, my love. Let’s keep going — together.
I love you, Maclare. With all my heart. Every day.
God is love. ❤️
Love,
Aya
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