I love you even though you are almost always late to our dates, prolonging my agony to not have more time with you as every drop of the minutes we have is precious.
I love you even though you are sensitive, because that’s where your charm lies. Your sensitivity towards me and others makes you such an understanding man.
I love you even though our paths are not always smooth, even when we go through bumpy rides. Somehow, we always make it through.
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It hurts like hell, I know.
I am here listening to you, and yet I can’t give you any shoulder to lean on. I can’t hug you and tell you that everything’s gonna be alright.
I don’t know the right words to say. Nor the right things to do. I can’t tell you what to do next, or even suggest things for you to do, because really, they are not going to help. They are just words. What you need right now is much, much more than that.
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You make me so, so happy.
So happy.
Even when you woke me up from my power nap as I was sitting in the MRT because you saw an elderly who required a seat. Yes, you didn’t exactly make me happy back then – my feet were crying in agony as it had been a long day. But all in all, I am happy. I have a boyfriend who genuinely cares about others.
For three weeks, there wasn’t a single time when you didn’t send me home, despite the fact that I live one and a half hour away from your place. You make total sure that I am back home safe and sound before you head to your long journey home.
And I am so, so happy.
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You’ve fought for me when I was down, when I was still searching my way out. You’ve fought for me even at the times when I didn’t deserve to be fought for. You still fight for me through thin and thick, and you’ve helped me found myself once again.
Thank you.
Thank you for being you. Thank you for believing in me when I’ve lost confidence in myself. Thank you for loving me when I didn’t deserve it at all.
Thank you, for choosing me.
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28. He who loves you will always tell you’re beautiful even when you have gained so much weight. Because beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and to him, you always are.
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When I was a kid, I thought of love as finding your one true love, having that true love’s first kiss, and living happily ever after. I couldn’t be more wrong.
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The thing about lying is that when you have done it once, you will do it again. It’s addictive and if you can get away with it, why wouldn’t you?
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I really think He does. You have this heart of gold when it comes to others. Helping strangers out of need. Thinking the best of others. Reminding people to be positive.
You always think of the little things, like bringing house gifts to my parents every time you come to visit, or bringing the umbrella when it looks like raining.
This kindness of yours, the one you might never notice, is the thing that makes me fall in love with you. The way you always stay behind and open the door for people. The way you walk last in a group to make sure everybody is first. Your selflessness.
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There is a certain chemistry that she can’t fathom in wearing her man’s jacket. Perhaps it’s his scent, which tells her that he’s there even though he’s not.
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The airport is buzzing with people, eagerly, hurriedly finding their way home.
Parents with young kids have relieved looks on their faces. Children calling their parents saying they have arrived.
A “Welcome to Indonesia” sign printed above our heads as we were disembarked from the aircraft. The hot, humid air slapping our faces, as if snapping us back to reality.
Home.
And I’m going home, too. One of my many homes.
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