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 loud to 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 :)