One night, you came home a little later than usual after your closing shift which made me kinda mad because you made me worry.
But when you walked through the door and said something that sounded like the word “cheeseburger” I was like “What? Where? I’m hungry!”
Turns out, you took a detour because you got a homeless man some food.
I love you for the all the little (big) things you do that show me who you are every single day.
I love how you text me when you’re at work as I go for my morning Sunday run to see if I made it alive because without my glasses, eye can’t see shit.
I love that I have a glass of water always waiting because you emphasize hydration and how important it is. It’s *overkill* but I appreciate it and know you’re right. 😛
I love how that means “I love you” in your love language.
I love that when you show me something on your phone at arm’s length, I say “I can’t see it!” as you put the phone two inches from my nose. Point taken.
I love that I can see us in our old age smelling like mothballs, taking a morning stroll in the park: Wong Fu in his couture China made vest, arms folded behind him walking steadily ahead with lady Feng Xei in her purple puffer and Daiso designer hat, trailing close behind.
I love that I can see us starting a lucrative tai chi gang called the “Zenfumasters” and running the recreational world of retirement… 😛
I love how you are with my mum; You treat my everything’s like it’s your everything.
I love how loving, emotional, and invested you can get talking about your little brother Elliot.
I love how as much as we can drive each other completely nuts and have emotional allergic reactions to each other’s ways … when the shit hits the fan, you are still my safe place, sanity, and peaceful pause.
As ‘colorful’ and chaotic as our upbringing was, I love that we mutually share the strong desire to live a life of simple abundance, honesty, and gratitude; ending each day with intention sharing three things we are grateful for.
I know real human stories are seldom fairy tales but I realize all it takes is that one person to make it a story worth telling (and writing about).
With you at my side, as my subject, as my art, my muse, words just pour out of me into a glass half full and my heart never short of inspiration. Some people give words life while others give it meaning. You are the first and the latter.
May the seconds, minutes, hours, and days ahead we have together tick as beautifully as the past 3 chapters I have spent loving you.
Happy three my alibae. xx
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