Saturday, August 21, 2010
To the woman who owns this blog, and my heart …
Yes, it hasn’t been easy lately. But as you’ve said, we’ll take our suckiest days together over not being with each other.
I think we’ve become different people in the sense that we have another person to care for besides ourselves. And we are no longer islands. There’s no more Melandia or Normandy. Just Poypotopia.
I try to always be there for you because I don’t want to miss a single minute. Some say that a couple seeing each other everyday is bad for the relationship. I don’t buy that for one second because married people live under one roof. But it is true that a little alone time won’t hurt.
You’re too generous. I’m not as kind as you say I am. But I try to be a decent human being.
I don’t think you’re selfish. I know you’re giving this everything you’ve got and I am thankful for that. I think I’m the more selfish one because I’m overprotective and can be quite demanding. And since I acknowledge that I can be selfish, I try to make an effort to put your needs above mine. Even if it may hurt sometimes, because that’s the essence of giving.
You’re always good to me, even when I’m at my worst, and that’s more than I deserve. You sacrifice daily to keep our routine. You put up with my idionsyncrasies and make an effort to work on your issues. The tears you shed you swiftly replace with a reassuring smile, to say that it’s alright.
I promise that I won’t stop trying. I owe it to you and to myself.
A promise is a promise. Sealed with a pinkie swear. And a chuu.