First of all, I must warn readers, whoever is reading this post right now, that there is a long, corny post coming right up. If you are someone who can't stand mushy love pieces, you are very welcomed to skip this post. This post is entirely dedicated to one particular person (for a certain reason). And if you do decide to continue on reading, this post is going to be totally unrelated to anything except one. You have been warned.

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You... Yew... (sound the same) I hope you read this from beginning 'til end. I'm sorry that I don't have any other special names to call you with besides 'Goat'. That sounds special but so unromantic. I'm tired of the special names like Honey, Baby, Dear, Darling, etc., they sound so common to me, thus no longer special. So Goat, I want to thank you.

Thank you for being here for me during when I had a bad break up. Thank you for helping me with SPM. Thank you for lending me your shoulder when my father passed away and comforting me when I spontaneously burst into tears on nice days. Thank you for loving me. I'm very grateful to have you.

The term "boyfriend" doesn't even fit the description I have for you. "Boyfriend" is when I have a guy to date me out, a status to say I'm in a relationship, a person whom I own because of that status, someone to call me up, someone to call me out, someone to fill my loneliness as well as spare time, but those just sound too lax. You're more than that. You're my best friend, my companion, my person to argue with; sometimes my support, sometimes my arch enemy, and you're someone I enjoy just being with, even if we argue like it's some heated parliamentary debate. I even enjoy the simple things I do with you, like watching you sleep!

I like growing with you through our relationship. Thinking back to the time when we first started, do you realise how much we have changed? Of course there's the good and bad. But I don't regret being in this relationship with you. Two years and I find it amazing. Amazed that I never get tired of hugging you. My heart still gives that happy nudge when your hand finds mine. The kisses we still have are sweet too. I don't know how is it for you, but this is how it is for me.

I don't love you... I don't love you because you're handsome (I really do think you are). The love is the same when you had that look in Form 4 and the same with the look you have now. I don't love you because of the cash you have with you or the presents you buy for me. The love is the same when you're broke and when you have extra. I don't love you because you can bring me to far places with your car. I'd still love you if we go out to date by walking and taking the bus.

I love you... I love you because you want to buy presents for me. I love you because you want to spend that extra cash on me. I love you because you want to bring me to far away places and you waste your petrol just because I complain Puchong is so dry and dull. Then we sometimes get into an argument because I was being greedy and wanted more. Or you were being insensitive and neglected me. But those are normal imperfections. Our hot temperedness, our stubborn-ness, our different perceptions made it unavoilable for conflict. I love you through your imperfections and your quirks. I love you because of that sweet heart of yours that beats and beats and beats....

And right at this moment now, I don't care if some psychology theory say we're the worst match for each other. I don't believe in forever, but I don't care that if we happen to last very long, our relationship could end up like my parents. Because I know that through understanding and tolerance, we could end up with a better relationship. I don't care that I'm being so freaking corny right now. Well, actually I do a little but...

Do you realise what date today is? It's been two years since you made that silly mistake.






Happy 1st Second Year Anniversary!