Those who said you’re perfect are first class liars who just want to get to your pants.
Truth is, you’re not.
You can be a drag with your irrational demands. Your indifference at times pisses me off big time. Your silly antics occasionally put a palm on my face. And you can be very annoying with your drama.
It took a toll on my whole being. I became insane as well.
And because of that, it’s your face in the crowd that I see every day. You’re driving me nuts when you don’t return my messages and my phone calls. I have much of my worrying problems at work but I still torment myself by wondering whether you’re fine, whether you’re thinking of me too, or whether you’re feeling what I always intend to make you feel – safe, loved, and taken cared of.
And whether you’re still feeling the same way…
I should say that you’re not easy to handle. You’re too crazy, too independent, too strong, and exceptionally gifted that you always catch me waiving in the air trying to catch my thoughts in order to sustain your word war. And the way your smile shoves in my face the reality that I have lost every moment of the battle.
You can be totally insane…
But I guess no one can challenge the Most Insane Champion of the World – which is me for loving someone as insane as you. Strange as it is, it is what I love so much about you. You’ve set yourself apart from the rest. You’re a lone mountain to conquer with a terrain to your heart as random as hell itself.
But that’s a part of you that I will accept, love and cherish. Something that I will work hard for in order to innovate my responses and get us out of our own created circles. We’re both irons abounding with rough edges. It will take a lot of hard work, of sweat and blood, laughter and tears, to smoothen the surfaces and sharpen our edges.
But guess what baby? I won’t stop until we both fit perfectly together. Until we’re both smoothened by fire and friction. Until we both grow in years where we can laugh at our foolishness and silliness when we were young. Until I’m too old to take your hands and dance.
I wont promise you anything. I can’t.
What I will assure you is that I am not afraid of hard work.
Our journey will be filled with potholes, detours, and roadblocks. But I will work hard to earn my reward of being able to take you to the altar and grow old with you everyday as you become the beautifully insane mother, grandmother and great grandmother of the many children that we’ll have…
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