A letter to the man I’m going to marry

Dear Mr. K,

I still remember the first time you kissed me, it was amazing!
It’s like we’re glued together by some magical energy.
There’s no escape.
No turning back.
I was afraid then, but my heart whispered to me:
Fall in Love. Never return!
And I did.
I never regret the moment that I did.

Time seems to move so fast every time we’re together.
I wish it would slow down.
I want to savor the moment,
feel every second that I am holding your hand,
smelling your scent,
feeling your warmth,
and kissing your lips.

I never thought that after all these years, your kisses can still cause a butterfly riot in my stomach.
I know I’m in love because you’re the reason I am staring into the vast universe sometimes, daydreaming about our future.

All these years
you’ve been there for me.
When I’m in a bad mood.
When I’m pissed off.
When I’m jealous.
When I’m cranky.
When I’m being clumsy, you loved me.
You always loved me.

You loved me even if I turn into a monster at some point,
but instead of running away,
you stayed and calmed that monster in me.

You defended me from people who tried to hurt me.
You prepared food for me to make sure that I won’t skip a meal.
You made sure to check that there’s no boogeyman under our bed before we sleep.
And even as we sleep, you still protect me from all the bad dreams by wrapping your arms around me.

Thank you for accepting me as I am.
You always make me feel that if I’m happy, you’re happy too.

Thank you for making me feel that I am the most beautiful woman in the world even if I just woke up.

Thank you for always prioritizing me above all else.
I really appreciate it.

Thank you for the loyalty that you’ve shown me all these years.
You made me believe that in this messed up world, somehow, there is actually true love.

I am really happy to have found
a best friend
a partner
and a soulmate
in one person.

I am excited for the moment that we will share
our vows together in front of the people we love,
and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives as husband and wife.

With love,
Your soon-to-be Mrs. K

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What true love looks like

What does true love look like?
It’s between a man of 90 and a woman of 80
The woman on the bed
Weak and unresponsive
She doesn’t look good, everyone knows
With an oxygen tube attached around her nose
To help her breathe at least at the moment Continue reading “What true love looks like”

The End

Love… intentionally ignored.
Heart shattered to pieces.
Wrists too fragile for this suffering.
Blood dripping on the floor like red ribbons.
Useless. Worthless.
Pain… intentionally returned.
Breaking every piece of me and I can not go back.
I will stop crying myself to sleep.
My pillows had been drowned by my tears for a long time now.
It’s time to end this.
I will close my heart.
I will leave it like this until…
Until, it stops beating.

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