Woke up to your text on my phone this morning. It wasn’t what I expected or romantic, to say the least, but it made me smile regardless and somehow, a usually gloomy Tuesday seemed colourful. We both know I hate Tuesdays but it doesn’t matter anymore because I get to wake up to you each morning.
It’s amazing how things that seemed like a lot now feel like nothing because I get to do them with you. Doing the dishes was the worst! But it doesn’t seem so bad now. You lighten up my day everyday and, although you may not know this, I am grateful and thankful for all that you do and all that you are; and all that you represent in my life.
I know you don’t really like it when I get vocal about my feelings for you, so here I am writing down something that seems to be a mockery of love letters and hoping you get to read it sometime.
I want to be the first person to put a smile on that face every morning; I want to be the hand you hold when you want, when you’re scared and whenever you need a hand.
I like to tell you about my day; I don’t talk much but with you time passes like a flash and I pray I get more hours a day just to talk to you a little longer. My time with you is literally the best part of every day. I want to share everything with you. I know all these might be a lot but somehow you make the most mundane thing interesting – like going to the grocery store, sleeping in; breathing…
I only have one wish though: I wish you see me. I wish you see the man who loves you and everything that comes with you. I am well aware that some days will be rough, some days will be crazy and really difficult, to say the least; I hope you understand I don’t want to go anywhere, I want to stay with you.
You’ve got baggage, lots of it; but that’s alright because I’ve got mine too. I hope we get to share our flaws and the beauty that come with them. I hope we could make a feast out of all our flaws and down it all with whiskey while making a movie out of our fucked up past; you get the idea.
P.S I wrote all these on several sheets of paper, pardon the fact that my thoughts aren’t arranged properly. In my defense, you totally drive me nuts!