When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need editing? Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying they will tell us that we make sense? She doesn’t always make sense but I swear to God, her imperfections are the things that I love about her the most. I don’t know when I will be married, I don’t know where I will be married, but I do know this: whenever I’m asked to describe my future wife, I do so as best as I can and every single time, she sounds a lot like you. Every single time, she sounds a lot like you.
Rudy Francisco, “A Lot Like You” (via makelvenotwar)
The significance of this date
Let me tell you about the day I met her. It was exactly two years ago, a Monday. I agreed to meet up with a friend at a local coffee shop. I was actually too lazy to go out, but somehow I was convinced. I really don’t have Monday classes, so I was still in town that day. It was all a matter of chance.
I knew I was going to be introduced to someone, though I didn’t know yet that she would be a significant person. She was, I thought, just someone who slightly resembled a friend from high school; she would be my friend, too, at most.
I went there wearing plain clothes, something we still laugh about now. If I knew it was going to be a life-changing kind of day, I would have at least worn shorts that weren’t knee-length, and also definitely not a shirt that says “Baguio City.”
I greeted her, and honestly my first reaction was that, “OMG she does look like my high school batchmate!” I sat beside her, being the friendly person that I am. I was interested in her, but not yet in that special way. I just thought she seemed cool.
We talked non-stop. I was unconsciously disappointed when it was time for her to leave for her exam. And yes, she had an exam that day. I was the talkative girl who disturbed her peace while she was reviewing.
The best part of it all, probably, was when she asked for my number. I didn’t, at first, question my own excitement at being able to extend our conversation. I did, eventually, because the next day I realized I couldn’t stop smiling and thinking about her.
Now, it’s March 5 again. Two years later. And I am very much in love with her.
even though you’re not here,won’t move on
Most people are together just so they are not alone. But some people want magic. I think you are one of those people.
Broken English (via wordsthat-speak)
Still makes me swallow hard
Have, not butterflies,
But excited birds in my stomach
Make up silly lines
And say silly things
Still gives the best shades
Of my favorite colors
To my otherwise monochrome days
Yes she still makes me want
The surprise kisses
Tangle of clothing and sheets
Still crave for the sweet lips
Soft skin that trembles at my touch
Best of all is that there’s still
The ache that draws me in
To her wholeness
To the comfort of her presence
To my sanity
To the simple feelings
And to the more complicated ones.
all the things i ship ★ monica geller and chandler bing
i thought this was going to be the most difficult thing i ever gonna had to do. but when i saw you walking down that aisle i realized how simple it was. i love you. any surprises that come our way it’s okay, because i will always love you. you are the person i was meant to spend the rest of my life with.
this is just so beautiful
For this year’s Valentine’s Day letter, I would like to compare our relationship to this sentence.
This is probably the most boring sentence ever written. I mean, just look at it. Every bit of it is boring; the font, the colors, the lack of punctuation marks, and even the proper capitalization contributes to its dullness. And who the hell is George Calombaris? Every time I read it, I yawn.
Unlike us, though… We were never boring. That’s our thing, you know: being a fun couple. Every day, we see each other; meet up as soon as possible, waiting for the clock to tick that last second, wanting to be together, still getting excited for something done regularly. I don’t know how it happened; how those hellos in the cafe went on to something so big. And this you and me thing debunks my stand on controlling my desires. I’ve never wanted anything so bad, for so long, and so consistent.
The moment we clicked, everything was in color. In fact, everything seemed plain before you came into my life. You are the dash of salt to my casserole. You’re the outline to my masterpiece. You’re the diction to my speech and writing.
But I never said we were a perfect couple. Like that sentence, our relationship also gets complicated. You see, when things get a little bit too tough for us, we have these habits. There are times when we don’t want to talk about it. But there are also times when we love to nag, and then ending up asking for space. We also tend blame each other. We are like those sophisticated words, when all we have to do is simplify our thoughts, lessen the drama, to then be able to understand each other. And well, you taught me that. You tamed this little monster. After all those fights, I don’t love you any less.
And have you noticed how that sentence is missing a period? That typographical error, that’s us too. Aside from fights, we also had our share of problems. Right now, we are facing another biggie, and I hate to admit that somehow, it still scares me. I have been sick a number of times, but we both know that this is different. A few weeks or even days from now (we don’t know yet), I will be up for a pretty serious operation. There’s this fear that’s been eating me up inside. I hate that I make you worry all the time, and I hate that I cannot be healthy for you at this moment. This is me, and this is as sickly as I can get. I always say sorry, because this is not how I pictured it before. But with the way you’ve been treating me, it gave me a better perspective of how lucky I am that I’m with someone like you, and not how dreadful my life is for being helpless. I love you for everything that you have done for me. You have been so patient in every possible way, and you have helped me believe in myself again. Like I always say, you are the source of my strength. That may sound very dependent of me, but I don’t care. Maybe that’s why I want you so much; I can’t live without your love. Ha-ha, see what I did there?
You are the first thing I think about every time I wake up. You’re probably thinking how cliche that sounds and might accuse me for stating false witness because I may be thinking about burgers or bass lines, but really, I can say that this is the most honest fact about me. I don’t get the science of love, but look how fascinating it is; thinking about that same person first thing in the morning for almost two years already, I mean, how crazy is that, right? And that is how that typo doesn’t become an error. Just when you thought it was hanging, it becomes endless. That absence signifies my undying love for you.
I will always want you, Sarah. Every day, I will seek you and love you more and more.
This is also the most raw note I could ever give to anyone. Forgive me, baby. But I typed everything just the way I’m saying it
out loudto Janice (my laptop).
Happy Valentine’s Day to you, my wife <3
PS Happy 21st Monthsary to us, too :)
So this is what the sweetie was waiting for me to see! Happy Valentine’s Day & Happy 21st Month :)
But you, you were something else, something I know I’ll never find again.
Unknown (via stevenbong)