I'd like to dedicate this post to the most patient man ever. The one who tolerates me on a daily basis. The one who would always spend time at the end of the day to ask me "How's your day?"
The one who blankets me while I'm sleeping. The one who caresses my cheek while we're looking into each other's eyes. The one who would hold me when my world crumbles. The one who would grab my hand when we're crossing the road or just strolling around the mall.
I hope when we're old and wrinkly, you'd still find me beautiful, as I'd still find you handsome. I hope God would give us more time to bore the eff out of each other with our weird jokes and dark humour.
I love you. Even if I live to be a hundred, I would still love you.
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