alhamdullillah..if ever, we are standing stronger than where we came.
...
i wanna talk about him, the man i am completely utterly madly in love with yesteryears, today and the many more tomorrows.
he makes me cry
he gives sarcastic, 'evil' remarks about me
he looks at other girls even i was next to him
he forgets things
he is no sane
he doesn't agree with giving me total freedom
he sends video message of a broken potty, recorded for two minutes
he DIYs everything and even superglued the wound on his thumb
he is not a morning person and waking him up is a struggle, everytime
and, he still sleeps very late just to finish mending his DIYs project
he talks and compliments other girls to his wife
he smokes and sweats
Yet
of many he-drives-me-nuts, i am thankful that he is mine.
he carried me up the stairs, not because it was our wedding night, just because he cares enough.
he learned that Pandora and Thomas Sabo are not the same and he made sure he got the charms right just for a thinking-of-you gifts.
he complained about the constant pain on his left shoulders lately. that shoulder has been my pillow for the last eleven years and i know i have a hard head.
he stopped by 7E to get his ciggies, and would pass me the KitKat or Cadbury DairyMilk without me asking, because he knew my favourite.
he made sure the actifast is always available so that it could become handy when i started complained about headache.
he loves our kids so deeply and there is no doubt about it.
he forced me to go and see my girlfriends once a while.
he let me buy expensive things and didn't ask much.
he told me things, and i know i'm his best friend.
he is at his service no matter how long his day has been. i told him the kitchen needed fan, he went and bought the wall-mounted fan instead of the stand fan, and mounted it right away.
he ate whatever is served and not leaving anything behind.
he washed dishes and did the laundry.
he is easy.
he is true.
he is real.
he is no sweet-talker.
he is he.
your wife is loud, speaks her mind off, dependent and clingy, hard-headed, argues about petty and trivial matters, nags a lot and sooo manje.
and yet you still fight for her.
of all the small things that he did, he surely deserved to own his favourite quote that he kept telling me "if it's not love, then i don't know what it is."
of course, when he said that, i just gave the 'whateva' (ehem) look..
but yes, i know that is love.
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o my sweet darling,
i just love that senget smiles of yours. please keep it just to me.
i knew i was not the first girl who caught your eyes
i may not be the first girl who touched your heart
i definitely was too late to be your first love in the list
being the first will surely be great,
but
being the last is beyond perfect.
promise me, i'll be your last!
i maybe a big mess, but this mess love you endlessly.
don't ever stop wanting me.
don't ever get enough of me.
don't ever give up on me.
don't ever forget, i'm you manje, always.
there's a reason why two people stay together.. they give each other something nobody else can.
whenever you feel lacking, know that i'm there.. in your heart.
Abang, I love you
Because we matter
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