Realization

Dear Bobby,
Thank you very much for loving me. I guess I just realized that you love me. You love me for me. It has been a long time, if not forever, that a person would love me for who I am. Thank you.

Although people sometime don't understand why I love you, I don't care. They cannot see how beautiful your heart is. Though many comes, you are the one that I choose to stay with. And with the passing time, I am thankful that I listened to my heart for this one, otherwise I would have been losing something that I could never have known exist.

And when I have revealed all my layers, there you are, loving me.
I love you, with or without your layers.

If I could list all the things that I love about you, I don't think any list would be enough.

Thank You

I have reached a new stage of trust and love with you,
for you are the one that i run to when i was sick and i need,
and you were there.

You remain solid as a rock,
when i was as vulnerable as a china,
i could never thank enough for you being here for me.

I love you more and more each day.
I dare not ask anything from you,
for i am more than grateful with what i have with you now.

thank you for being yourself,
you are the greatest gift that was ever sent.

He

He would send me clovers with three leaves before each presentation,
and he would remember my favorite drink.
He would send me love letters,
and manage to say I love you every night before I sleep.
He would browse the whole internet to find out any help that I need,
and try to be my shoulder to cry on.
He would fly thousands of miles just to meet me,
and leave everything behind.

He would tell stories about me to his friends and families,
because he is so proud of having me.
He always says how beautiful I am,
and he remembers all the outfit that I have worn.

But he left me.

He would never call just to say I love you.
He always ask me what I want to drink.
He doesn't know what to say or do when I am upset.
He stays quiet when I am angry.
He wouldn't walk a mile for me.
He wouldn't hold my hands when we're in public.

But I love him.
I guess, the more I love him- the more he dislikes me-the more he would take me for granted-the more I have to tolerate.