How do you know when to trust a person?
How do you know when they’re making a big fool out of you?
How do you tell them apart?
And how do you get out of the big mess?
What do you do when a person you love, forgets about you easily when you spend sleepless nights just thinking of what lies ahead in your future without him?
Honestly, even I don’t have the answer to these questions. I hope I do not even have to think about them…ever. It is very easy to give advice to someone, but when the water comes to my shore, I wouldn’t be able to even breathe the fresh air. All I can say is,
“I love my man dearly. I know I have my mood swings, and the constant naggings, and the huuuugggeeee ego, but I still love my one and only man no matter how many wrongs we’ve done to each other. It takes time to heal, especially after you’re shattered, but we picked up the pieces and glued them back together for our sake. It’s not easy to forget the darkest past, but we hope there would be enough rain to wash it all off away. It’s never been a breeze going through every day together, but we set our minds to not make the worst decisions and just turn off the lights. It’s not an effortless journey to not make mistakes, but we try to accept it when it’s done even if it’s the hardest thing to do. It’s not a simple thing to try to rebuild a new day together, but with every block we worked on to build this place that we call home, we try to build a stronger shelter, and a bigger one, away from the harsh world of haters. It is not impossible to be together if that’s what we feel we’d like to do until the last second we’re on this earth. Even if this would sound as a cliché, if we’re willing to make it work, it will”
We were never made compatible, and it has been a challenge. But to my surprise, it has been the most pleasant challenge I’d ever faced. You’re my Happy Meal, the content is plain but nice and adequate, but there’s always a surprise. No matter how much we fight, or how much profanity had been uttered to each other, I’ll still LOVE YOU even when I’m 80, wrinkled and crippled on a wheelchair in an old folks home picking scabs on my legs, fed through a tube and pooping inside diapers. No matter what happens, being with you would be the happiest moments in my entire life, not that I had any though, but you have been my life, and will always be.