In my facebook page I described myself as someone In love with love. I'm a complete romantic. Old school, knees getting weak, hands getting clammy, heart beating til you can't control it kind of romantic. I love being in love and I'm lucky enough to be with someone who loves me the same way I love him.
So after a long time of being together, I thought it would be a good time to make a post that was dedicated to the love of my life. :) Since it's valentines and the whole word (except for the cynics) is celebrating love with me, I can be mushy. :) Ok, more mushy than I already am.
When we were in college, the bu asked me to write his yearbook description. I don't remember every exact word I wrote but back then he was the silent type. I described him as the silent yet deep kind of person. If you know him the way I do, you would know that the bu is like that. On most occasions he barely says a word but his reaction, his comments, they always make me think.
The past few years I've been debating with myself as to what exactly I want to do with my life. I took all the wrong turns, I took all the detours, I took all the possible routes. In the end, he was there.
In the past I did an event for a candy company, it was to remind people to say thank you. A simple phrase yet at that time, taken for granted. So during that campaign I had to come up with a list of people to thank. The list was long. I had a lot of important people in my life and all of them had to be thanked. But the bu, he was the most special. The bu taught me a lot of things. We grew up together. We made mistakes, we hurt each other. In the end, through all the growing pains, we're still madly in love. And that's something I hope never to take for granted.
He's my silver lining in every dark cloud. He's the ear I can turn to, who listens to me whine patiently over and over and over again (and trust me, I whine A LOT). He's the cool head that will tell me to stop, step back take a look at the situation and react. He's the logic in my emotions. He's the one who holds my hand when I need to take that giant leap of faith knowing I don't know where I'm going but I have to go. He's the one who supports me and every crazy idea I have. He's the one who says stop when I'm spinning out of control. The bu, he's my pillar. He's God's gift to me and for that I am thankful. He is my strength. My inspiration. My support system. My bestfriend.
Bu, I'm mushy and you know that. hahaha...so thank you, for the best 9 years of my life. You are, and will always be, my one true love. :) I love you.
