You scold me like a father preaches to his child.
You caress me like a mother does to her infant.
You eye boys who look at me like a bigger brother to her younger sister.
You let me take care of you like you were my kid.
I'm sorry because I act like a teenage brat when you scold me.
I'm sorry that I sometimes can't keep myself in place and you become uncomfortable.
I'm sorry that I break your heart with my carelessness.
I'm sorry that I cry like a baby.
Thank you for caring so much.
Thank you for your effort on putting me in the coziest position possible.
Thank you for protecting me and thank you for coming into my life and making me yours.
Thank you for wiping my tears away and telling me that it hurts when you see tears fall down my face.
Thank you for your patience, understanding, patience (again).
I know I am sometimes stubborn and difficult to handle.
I am usually moody, selfish and ungrateful.
I randomly shout and I regularly get pissed about little things.
I am insecure and it bothers you that I am.
Thank you for reminding me that I am beautiful in your eyes and that's all that matters.
I am crying right now while writing this not because of pain-- not from you but from my own self.
I want to be the best lover because you deserve to be loved at a superlative degree.
I want to be flawless, faultless; i wish to be perfect.
And you sometimes may think that I don't care, but I do.
There's this wall around my heart but babe, you crushed it into pieces.
I may not always be writing about you but that doesn't mean that you don't inspire me.
You inspire me in a plethora of aspects even I, sometimes, am not aware of.
You inspire me in the morning when I wake up,
I am thankful every day because I know somewhere, someone loves me
And misses me, needs me, more than anything else.
You inspire me to eat right. And yup, that's a very important aspect in that plethora of aspects.
You inspire me to do good in class because I want you to be proud of me.
You taught me how to take care of myself.
I may not be perfect but I am happy with how I am now,
I love you and I would tell you in all ways possible if I could but I hope this mere, overused statement shoots through your chest then through your heart like an arrow from Katniss' bow.
And yes you're right, we aren't perfect.
We will fight. There will coma a time when you or I will feel trashed, crushed, sapless and hopeless.
But whatever the cause is, we will make it through, together.
And always, always know that whatever pain and suffering I caused and will be causing you is a pain and suffering of mine too.
Our hearts have been intertwined the first time we kissed. Always remember that; so that if you ever come to a point where you feel like giving up on me is the only choice you have, you won't. You will hold on and wait for me to do whatever it may take to restore your strength and love me again.