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It is that time of the year again and I’m not talking about the dreadful exams that are just a mere week away. It’s Branchel’s 2nd year anniversary! Gosh! We’ve come so far. 4 years of friendship and 2 years of sweet love. I’m glad we made that transition despite the initial uncertainty.

We have our fair share of arguments and disagreements. There are times, I cried my heart out just cause it’s never easy in a relationship. Yet, I can’t find myself love Darling any lesser. It is not the good times that determines the longevity of a relationship. It is the setbacks we get through together that make us stronger. The lessons we have learnt prepared us for our lives together in the near future. We’ve evolved to become the life-long partners for each other, compromising and making amendments in our lives when needed. I’m addicted to Darling as he is to me. Absence is to love what the wind is to fire. Being apart certainly drives us mad at times. It further reinstate the fact the we both can’t exist without each other.

Those days spent cohabiting with each other sort of pre-empted me what it would be like to be living under the same roof in the near future. It’s not easy living together since bad habits revealed might fuel arguments. But I know I’ll love every single minute of it for sure. Nothing beats snuggling in bed at night, nuzzling Darling’s neck, taking a whiff of his scent and falling asleep in his arms. It’s pure bliss. And then there’s the waking up to look forward to. I might not look my best with grouchy eyes and smelly breath, but the sweet kiss on the cheek from My Love even before my eyes open is just the best way to start the day.

They say you don’t always end up with the one you love, but the one who’s most suitable for you. I think it is absolute bullshit. You choose the one you want to be with. If he’s suitable but not the one you love, move on. Love might not get you anywhere but it certainly keeps you together and make life meaningful. If he’s the one you love, yet not suitable for you to spend the rest of your life with, then why are you still with him? So you see, it’s a crap theory. Count me lucky, for at the mere age of 23, I’ve found the one I love and the one most suitable for me. I know I won’t be wrong. Even if we end up divorcing each other when we hit menopause, I know I’ve lived the majority of my life without regrets. But I’m sure a bitter divorce won’t be an option for us. We love each other down to bits and bones, snort and fart, burp and belch. Any discontentment, we’ll work it out. We’ll be the longevity loving couple of the century! I’m sure of that!

So Darling, I love you. I really do. You know I do right? I know you know I do. *snuggle kiss kiss huggies*