And the flaws we have are worth fighting for.. Worth keeping for.
To my Moon and Stars,
It’s been a while.
There’s a lot of things I would have written if I had the chance of time. But eggs and bacons, keyboards and pens, then plates and sauce, bed and sheets..
It’s been a restless year for both us.
But the aftermath is when I have realized a lot of strings.
That there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship. (Well, I guess that’s a cliche.)
To think that I could freely peel off my flaws before your eyes, is something that I am proud of.
Like my little tantrums along the red bank, my fingers digging—no—excavating each letter on the keyboard, *haha*, and the most recent which was the notebook prank.. (And I am not proud of these shenanigans.)
But I am proud to say that I have someone who knows me and willing to see my flaws. Not to smudge it on my face but would tell me how wrong it was.
But I want to make it up. To cool down my temper.
And I want you to know that you’re my life size stress ball. Literally round and soft. 🥰😍🐻
Our arguments and disagreements were something I hated for a day or two. Sometimes a week or so. But I started to keep each fragment like a treasure. So when I look back when we get old, I have something in my pocket to laugh at. 🤗😂 You and your eyebrows crossing.
To my Moon and Stars
This is a simple reminder that I love you. And the flaws we have are worth fighting for.. Worth keeping for.
I love you.