thank you ♥

Baby,

Thanks for telling I’m beautiful over and over—and mean it

Thanks for telling me I am beautiful when I first wake up

Thanks for telling me I am beautiful when I get wet in the rain

Thanks for telling me I am beautiful when I have ketchup stains on my face

Thanks for telling me I am beautiful even after a sweaty game of badminton

Thanks for telling me I am beautiful when you fetch me from the hospital after a morning duty

Thanks for telling me I am beautiful when I just went on crying

Thanks for telling me I am beautiful when I don’t want to hear it.

And thanks for telling me I’m beautiful when I needed to hear it!

I know that this is love because I have a feeling that 20 or more years from now, when we are wrinkled and gray, you will still show me the kind of love that we always share—true, honest and real.

I imagine life with you. I want to sit together with you in our patio on Sunday afternoons. I want to contend with you on who uses the computer first. I want to argue with you about little political views. I want to travel the world with you. I want to learn baking with you. I want to cuddle with you on a stormy night. I want to be right by your side when the world seems to spin so fast.

Thank you for always sharing your sunshine with me. Please know that I always keep some in my pocket and save it for later. But just in case the rain will fall hard on you, don’t worry, I’ll always give it back. I will be your air to remind you to breath easy. I will be your mirror to make sure you will not forget to love yourself. Remember that the world is made of sugar, it will easily crumble but I will be there to hold your hand tight and we’ll stick our tongue out together to taste it. I love you, I always will.

Jas