L.O.V.E.

I love it when he holds my hand in public.

Especially in MRTs. But I'm shy of the way people sometimes look at us. But he's oblivious to that. It's like there's only the two of us in the whole cabin.

It always used to be me holding his hand. But now he's the one doing it. He used to be shy, I guess.

He wouldn't even kiss me goodbye, in the past. But now he's doing it automatically. Comes and pecks me on the lips, when I say goodbye.

I love that he's so gentle, but so masculine in bed.

I love it that he never raises his voice at me.

I love it that he pouts his lips sometimes when he talks to me.

Love it that he never blames me when I get into trouble, or when I'm a trouble and I feel guilty.

I love it when he talks about babies.

Love it when he talks about his plans for our future.

I love it when he talks about me being the breadwinner for our family while he stays home being the househusband, but I feel a teeny bit irritated of course. But I know he's only joking.

I'm still very much in love with this man. For two and a half years, and until the day I die.

This man who taught me to be myself, who taught me to love and who gave me love.

The man who made me change my perspective of the world.

The man who made the world a better place for me.

I thank you for all this and more, baby. I love you.