DEAR YOU

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Dear you,

I was watching a couple of an old lady with her old man walking together in a park holding hand, and I was reminded of you. I never know who you will be, but I know I will love you. I want to grow old with you, with our kids, with our grandchildren. I want to be the first one you see every morning and the last one you kiss on the forehead every night. I want to be the one holding you in my arms when you’re sad, I want to be the one patting your back when you feel bad.

Dear you,

 I am not pretty but I am chatty. But I hope you’ll see the beauty in me. I wish you can lend me your ears when I am nagging or mumbling. I have bad temper but I know you’ll be the one who can cool me down. Though I love to talk, I am bad in expressing my real feeling. I may say I HATE IT but deep inside I TRULY LOVE IT. I might chase you away when I am depressed because I hate to let you see me crying but I still hope you’ll be there for me.

Dear you,

I have bad eating habits. I eat so fast that I am afraid you’ll be ashamed of having as your companion. I know it will be a pleasure for you to have a well-mannered woman by your side, but for you I will learn to change.  I eat a lot that I am afraid you’ll be hesitated to take me out for lunches or dinners. But trust me my dear; I am just treasuring the ‘rizk’ that I am not willing for it to be wasted.

Dear you,

I have so much more to tell and so much more to share. But I’ll keep on waiting for you and for the time to come. Because I know I will love you as much as you will too.