Dear Kepi,
A few years from now we will be moving in together. By that time, we exhausted our efforts of finding our stars, our moon, our angel or whatever it is that will make us extremely happy or extremely sad because by the end of the day, you're the person I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with.
This is what I see about you and me.
Grocery shopping with you is like buying a pair of shoes. You spend quite some time on choosing the cheapest hotdog. You asked my opinion if the one with a free ketchup is a better deal than the one with a free luncheon meat. It's like making me choose between Chucks or Vans.
You're good in bargaining and very reasonable regarding financial matters
that you agreed to help me with my accounts and stop me from spending lavishly.
Division of chores with you was bearable. You let me choose what will be my contribution because you have no qualms of me being lazy. You agreed that you will do the harder task like doing the ironing and laundry while I do the house cleaning and cooking.
That is you. always the giving. Always the one who makes the sacrifices. You don't know how much I depended on you, on how much your strength means to me. I like how we can find a reason to laugh even if our hearts are bleeding unsparingly. You're always here to stay even if I drift away a countless times. I like how you fully trusted me about your secrets and even letting me cut you hair. I like how it’s you I think of first whenever I see or hear something interesting. I like how I can be myself around you,
and you around me. I like how we can say hurtful things to each other’s faces, how we can be totally honest about how we feel. And I like how we can know even without saying a lot and it means so much more than that.
I know we can be bestfriends until we’re old and grey, because you are that kind of person to whom the words “secret”, “promise” and “safe with me” really mean what they mean.
Happy birthday Kepi and I love you.
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