I love how my heart skips a beat when I see his name pop up on Facebook Messenger. I love the feeling of his prickly facial hair feels when I run my fingers across them, the feeling of melting into his arms after a long hard day at work, and I especially love how we thank each other for loving the other, and then thanking each other again for allowing the other to love them back.
I feel like no matter how many times I tell him "I love you", it never seems like I've said it enough.
I'm thankful everyday to have him, and I'm glad we are the type of couple who appreciates each other and not take each other for granted.
I'm thankful that we are the type of couple who never gets jealous when we flirt with the opposite sex (and then share our experiences with each other), because we trust each other enough to know that no matter what happens, we still love each other, and that means respecting the relationship and bond that we share.
I love how we talk about our lives and our future and the type of furniture we want to buy and the type of family weekend activities we want to have and the luxury cuisines we want to enjoy and the type of kids we'll raise, as though these things come effortlessly.
On the other hand, I also love how we are committed to working hard at our careers and supporting each other and cheering each other on throughout our journey of success. I love how we believe in each other, knowing that we can always achieve more than what we already have, working towards a future together because we know that success does not come easy.
I love how we accept each other for being shallow enough to admit that the only reason we agreed to date in the first place was because:
Him: my big boobs and "kinda pretty" looks;
Me: his tall (and not fat) stature, his slightly delinquent-ish earrings, and his "kinda good-looking-slightly-handsome" looks.
I love how I can stare at him for the longest time and still never ever get bored of staring at him.
I love how he tells me "I love you too" at the right moments, even though I didn't say "I love you" first because I didn't have to say it for him to know I was thinking it.
Thank you baby, for making me happy.
I love you. =) <3
I feel like no matter how many times I tell him "I love you", it never seems like I've said it enough.
I'm thankful everyday to have him, and I'm glad we are the type of couple who appreciates each other and not take each other for granted.
I'm thankful that we are the type of couple who never gets jealous when we flirt with the opposite sex (and then share our experiences with each other), because we trust each other enough to know that no matter what happens, we still love each other, and that means respecting the relationship and bond that we share.
I love how we talk about our lives and our future and the type of furniture we want to buy and the type of family weekend activities we want to have and the luxury cuisines we want to enjoy and the type of kids we'll raise, as though these things come effortlessly.
On the other hand, I also love how we are committed to working hard at our careers and supporting each other and cheering each other on throughout our journey of success. I love how we believe in each other, knowing that we can always achieve more than what we already have, working towards a future together because we know that success does not come easy.
I love how we accept each other for being shallow enough to admit that the only reason we agreed to date in the first place was because:
Him: my big boobs and "kinda pretty" looks;
Me: his tall (and not fat) stature, his slightly delinquent-ish earrings, and his "kinda good-looking-slightly-handsome" looks.
I love how I can stare at him for the longest time and still never ever get bored of staring at him.
I love how he tells me "I love you too" at the right moments, even though I didn't say "I love you" first because I didn't have to say it for him to know I was thinking it.
Thank you baby, for making me happy.
I love you. =) <3
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