The Boy

To the one who still looks into my eyes and tells me that I'm beautiful, this post is dedicated to you.

Today marks 1 year, 11 months and 12 days of our journey, and there is not a day I never felt so blessed to have you in my life, by my side. It may seem a short period of time to some people, but I believe that we both have gone through lots and lots of ups and downs together, learned so much more about each other (my favourite part!) and always, ALWAYS never left each other's side.

We've crossed paths before a few years back, and we weren't exactly friends back then. Let's just say that we acknowledged each other's presence. I tried to be friendly, but he rejected me, even as a friend. (What, am I not even worth to be your friend? T___T Kidding, hehe!) We started talking in September 2011. Well, just a few sentences here and there. The real talking started the following month. It probably seems a little too quick for you but in November 2011, our journey together began. If you're wondering, yes, the thought of 'Isn't it a bit too rushing?' has indeed popped and lingered in my head, but not anymore. The timing was perfect (FYI, this is the first time the timing is this short for me) and everything else was perfect. Still is. When I say 'perfect', I mean having both imperfections and perfections together. But then again, that wouldn't really be called as 'perfect', would it? *Thinks* Who cares, it's perfect to me. He's perfect to me. He's perfect because he's only human. But special. Special human. Sounds funny.

But yes. He really is. He makes mistakes. That's why he's perfect. To me. I really wouldn't ask for more than this, for someone better than him. He is enough for me. I like it this way. Truly.

I love learning more about him. Understanding him better. Know how he feels, his likes and dislikes, what makes him happy/sad/angry/etc. I actually enjoy knowing him along the way. My Biology tuition teacher in secondary school also told me once before, that it is better to know your partner along the way. Life is more interesting that way. I agreed. I still do.

On days when I'm really down and crying my eyeballs out, I know that I can always count on him to hear me out. If I happen to be physically near him, he wipes my tears away regardless, and hugs me until I stop crying. His presence is comfort to me. He doesn't have to give me advice all the time, I don't always need it. But he lends me his listening ears all the time. All the time. That's good enough for me. And on rough days like this, I really don't know what I would've done without him. It is beyond my imagination. I'm not even kidding.

I'm not afraid to share ridiculous thoughts with him. Or embarrassing moments. Or decisions I regret (only a few that I have). Basically everything. He doesn't judge, but he's truthful. I like truthful people. Over time, he's become my best friend. I just feel so lucky. So grateful. So happy.

I just want to thank you for being there for me, always. For all the good times, and all the bad times, because the bad times are the ones that make us stronger, and the good times are the ones that make things worthwhile. You never fail to remind me that you love me by telling me that every day. Thank you.

Here's to many, many, many more years together.

To the one who still moves his hand slowly to hold mine, just like the first time, I love you.

Signing off,
Cindy.