Both bought me earphones.
One was glittery purple.
The other is bright funky yellow.
Who obviously knows me better.

Both are into photography.
One competed with me and got jealous sometimes.
The other exchanges knowledge and works together with me.
Who obviously understands “two are better than one.”

Both are men.
One insisted that males will always be more superior.
One is not afraid to admit that he looks up to me.
Who obviously places me before ego.

Both claimed they love.
One was ashamed of my bad haircut.
The other adores my nose and buck teeth (ugliest facial features to me).
Who obviously is blind HAHAHAH.

After a failed relationship and before I met you, I’ve lost almost all faith in dicks and am really prepared to be #foreveralone. But you tore down my armour piece by piece and slowly thawed my heart. You do not sugarcoat your words, you do not impress me with fancy stuffs, and you irritate me all the time. You argue (logically) with me, because you want to solve problems. You say it’s okay to cry, because you’ll be there for the weakest side of me. You embrace the tomboyish me, because you saw me differently from all the other guys.

Happy 2nd anniversary Loti – my sidekick, my best friend, my husband-to-be. Obviously you complete me, but obviously you’ll get it if you ever let me down. ♥

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