I'll be leaving on Friday to fulfill my Singaporean duties in the form of shaving my head (amongst other things that are done in the army). Sadly, this means I have to leave Her which only makes our situation worse (not that we're in a fight or anything like that) but I'm pretty confident about us. Our current situation probably makes us more prepared for what is to come than other couples. This is all too depressing when I'm talking about Her who makes me so happy. I shall digress from me leaving. I'll talk about Her instead.


She is as pretty as the hue of a sun rise.
She is as charming as a poet.
She is as wise as a religious leader.
She is as cute as a puppy.
She is as beautiful as the stars.
She is as precious as a child's macaroni necklace.
She is as hot as a freshly baked pie. Mmmmmmm.
She is as passionate as a rose.
She is everything that's important to me.
She is my babe.


I've realised that we work so well because we don't plan our lives to revolve around each other's. We acknowledge that we are big parts in each other's lives, but we don't make each other our whole life. It's very much like holding hands. Each is their own person, linking at the hands symbolising the sharing of their individual lives. It's about coexisting and not obsessing. Look past the superficial of a relationship. It's not about being loved or being in love, but loving her the best that I can because I realise that it's not about how I feel. And I believe that she realises it too. And it's simply put, beautiful. Everyday is an opportunity to show that I love her to the best of my ability. Valentine's day or anniversaries or any other special dates are never the exclamation of expressing my love. This is a quote from a letter that I sent to Her years ago: "It’s the best I can do for now, but I promise you that all you’re going to get is the best of me." And it still holds true till today. This, is us. And I'm in love with it.


-not barney

Labels: Her, Jacob, Paperbag