Monday, February 26, 2007

I hate it when we fight.
It's so hurtful that I sometimes wish he would just stab me with a knife. Let the physical pain alleviate the pangs I feel inside. As unlovely words replay faithfully in my head, it's like death repeating all over again and again.

So this is love? Even when it hurts so much, you can't stop. And even when one is burning up in rage, a simple smile, laugh or touch would take all the unhappiness away. It's contradicting, destructive and it consumes every purpose of existence. Life becomes vulnerable to emotions. Yet, it entices one to morph gradually into an addict. A love addict? Cheesy and ridiculous as it sounds, I believe that those who are in love is one.

Honestly... I can't imagine life without him. I feel a surge of emptiness when he is not around. I think about him all the time. Every single detail about him is important to me. And despite his shortcomings, I love him anyway.
I love his bad temper, his stubbornness, his perception of having double standards, his massive ego and chauvinistic values.
I love how he can be so insensitive but then makes up for it somehow...
I love the way he looks in the morning.
I love the mess he makes in his room.
I love his toothy grin, his lanky built, his cute button nose...
I love everything about him and all his bad habits...
I want to cup my hands around his face when I see him.
I want to gaze deeply into his eyes and kiss him. Soft and passionate...
I want to hug him tightly and whisper sweet nothings to him.
I want to spend every single tomorrow that comes with him.
And if my heartfelt wish could come true, I want to grey and age with him. In time to come, I hope he would come to know this.

Love,
Brenda.
2/26/2007 05:29:00 PM