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Penultimate
Saturday, October 26, 2013 at 7:16 AM
To the man of my life,
It's been 23 months of us. The past weeks have been hard, and I really feared that I was very close to losing you. But hey, you're still here, we're still together, and I couldn't be more grateful that you stayed. For wanting to keep me despite the bad and the ugly, thank you. Recently, to be honest with you, I have been missing the old us. It might be the cause of our fights, with me desperately trying to bring it back. I miss the honeymoon stage, from the fluttery feelings to the telltale signs of craving for each other and everything else in between. And you have reminded me for countless times that change is the only constant thing in this world. While that may hold true, I think change is not necessarily supposed to be a bad thing, and I have realized so many things with that. We did change. Of course, we would, we are already together for quite some time now. And I might have been focusing too much on the bad to notice the good, too trapped in my idea of a young love instead of seeing the beauty of a growing love. I'm sorry for that. There are stages all relationships go through, and I think we are currently on the power struggle stage. We are still trying to figure out our differences and how we can meet halfway to reconcile them. Before, we are astounded by the fact that we have so many things in common, and right now, as we get to know each other more and in a much deeper level, we begin to see that there are many things we don't necessarily agree with. The question is, will it make us, or will it break us? And the very fact that you are still here with me, I presume, already answers that. Thank you for your unending patience, and your understanding. I know at times, we throw each other words that can hurt each other indefinitely. But at the end of the day, I am certain that we don't really mean them, and that we will be able to fix it. Consequently, I should also stop fixing something that isn't broken. Because until now, you still give me the same butterflies as when I first laid my eyes on you. Until now, I still crave you everyday. My love never got any less. And while change may be the only constant thing, always remember that love will only grow old if we let it. I love you today, much more so tomorrow, and for the many, many days to come. |
“In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.”
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