“Aren’t you scared that it’s getting too serious? Aren’t you scared that you might change your mind?” I asked.
You shook your head and answered, “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t I be scared that you might change your mind?”
I smiled at how ridiculous it sounds. At this point I doubt I would. At this point I never want to. How can I even think of wanting someone else when I already have the best?
I say it often but I don’t think I say it enough.
Thank you for being you and for being my happiness even though you’re not exactly a little ball of sunshine. Thank you for the jokes, even the mean ones, because they sure make me laugh even during times that all I want to do is wail and cry. Thank you for being my punching bag when I can’t hit other people and my frustrations to infinity.
Thank you for downloading my monthly dose of movies and Korean dramas and seasons of Hollywood series. Thank you for tolerating my crap and listening to all the sappy and nonsensical things I have to say on a daily basis. Thank you for thinking my clumsiness is cute. I do hope you wear your rose-colored glasses forever.
Thank you for finally letting me take your pictures and for not being grumpy when I upload them online. Thank you for coping with my oversharing. Basically thank you for making sure this relationship work, no matter how weirdly wired I am.
Thank you for never letting me have to say, “Pick me. Choose me. Love me.” Because you already did. You do so everyday.
Thank you for the 50 months of togetherness, and we both know that it’s much longer than that. It feels like decades already, but I’m pretty sure we have forever more to go.