I don't quite know where to begin, but I know for sure that I am thankful for my husband's presence in my life. We quarrel, we talk about nothing, we laugh non-stop, he makes me cry, and I physically abuse him. He slaps my heart, I slap his stomach. Sometimes we don't sleep at night, sometimes we get more than 12 hours of sleep. We talk to each other like politicians sometimes and we argue like enemies at times. We say things and not do them, like him saying he will wash the plates, and never does, and I do it in the end. I say I will vacuum the room, but only do it two weeks later. We make plans for movies but end up buying take-outs and enjoy watching Sheldon. I know the title of the sitcom is The Big Bang Theory, but that's just how we address the movie name.
I randomly hug his arm and kiss it while I am done with my phone or whenever I am bored, while he is still on his tab. He tickles me and I would melatah. (Found this on wisegeek.com :
Latah is a medical condition in which sufferers have an unusual response when their startle reflex is triggered.) Nothing serious, he just enjoys it and laughs whenever it happens to me.
Whenever I am angry about someone, he stands by me and then becomes my partner in crime, even though the mature me wishes that he stops me and calms me down. Then again, this is what your other half is for, if not for standing by you? (winkasa!)
Sometimes I tell him my problems and he ignores me. Sometimes he tells me about bikes, road systems, processes, cars, with all the jargons and I daydream away.
He brings me to work and sends me home whenever he can. We eat like princesses sometimes but another 80% of the time we eat like tigers. He makes fun of all my love movies, and my quotes about love, and I don't stop annoying him about romance and all the words related to love.
We believe in our future together, and we believe that we are going to own a sanctuary in Africa once we are retired. Or, we may be on-road world travellers: with our backpacks, our worn out shoes, and wrinkled skin.
Latah is a medical condition in which sufferers have an unusual response when their startle reflex is triggered.) Nothing serious, he just enjoys it and laughs whenever it happens to me.
Whenever I am angry about someone, he stands by me and then becomes my partner in crime, even though the mature me wishes that he stops me and calms me down. Then again, this is what your other half is for, if not for standing by you? (winkasa!)
Sometimes I tell him my problems and he ignores me. Sometimes he tells me about bikes, road systems, processes, cars, with all the jargons and I daydream away.
He brings me to work and sends me home whenever he can. We eat like princesses sometimes but another 80% of the time we eat like tigers. He makes fun of all my love movies, and my quotes about love, and I don't stop annoying him about romance and all the words related to love.
We believe in our future together, and we believe that we are going to own a sanctuary in Africa once we are retired. Or, we may be on-road world travellers: with our backpacks, our worn out shoes, and wrinkled skin.
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