... i've got a man in my life who makes me laugh and smile, who hugs me until i feel better or stop crying, who sits around and lets me talk or vent about anything and everything, who talks things out with me when we hate each other's guts, who patiently teaches me how to swim with my head above water and tells me i'm doing an awesome job when i'm holding on to him for dear life most of the time, who watches chick flicks with me and tells me we'll take salsa lessons together someday, who cooks me lunch and tries unfailingly to feed me vegetables, who prepares me a bubble bath and feeds me muffin at the same time, who makes the extra effort to make my friends like him because he knows it means a lot to me, who kisses my forehead at every chance he gets, who excitedly introduces me to his friends and then gushes to them about how great i am and how proud he is to have me by his side, who sits in the kitchen for an hour teaching me his language by making me read french cook books, who looks at me when i'm not aware then randomly points out silly little things i do that makes him smile, who tells me every time he sees me that i'm pretty, who spends half an hour helping me financial plan my expenses because i wanted to buy a bag i didn't need, who holds my hands when he knows i need support, who tells me he wants to be the best in everything for me... oh, i could go on.
but this man, like every good thing in life, isn't permanent. (and not gay either.)
so the real question now is, how do i make sure i'm able to let all of this go?
p.s while i'm at this, i also wanna share with you another thing i learnt about french people... check out their keyboards - *yikes!*