To someone I care about,
For all these years, you’ve been really nice and considerate to me, although sometimes we had some disagreements. You always choose to make me happy, not insisting on your own. I mean, how many people in this world will give up his stand and fall in with his beloved’s wishes?
Back to the time when we were in high school, I was a spoiled and capricious child who often could not make a certain decision and wandered around boys, which must disturb you a lot. But fortunately, god made us together. I was truly moved by your sincere behavior: the birthday gift, thousand paper cranes you made by yourself, your accompanying me with breakfast, ignoring the others’ judgment, your giving me hot milk every night to help me have a good sleep, your warm comfort when my parents or the menstruation got me annoyed, etc.
And my unstable situation seemed to become better in college, although I still would be mad and moody unexpectedly and made you a little helpless, you even said that I was fickle in love. But people eventually will become mature after going through those changes in life, especially disease and death. After the consecutive death of my mom and grandpa, and my dad having another family, it seems that you are the only one that I can be with and will take good care of me, because I don’t trust the other people. I am really happy and feel safe when you are around. Please forgive me for doing silly things sometimes. Once I hoped things would change if I plucked my eyebrows to hide that ugly scar, but when you found out the moment you saw me, you said that I was fine when I was myself. Your are so tolerant, but I don’t know whether you will still be the same in the next few years, considering my poor health. And when it came to my work, I was so desperate to let people recognize my ability, and it took everything in my power to hide my insecurity. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I used to be a perseverant person, but now I become tired and lose hope easily. I am afraid that you will hate me for being like that.
But as Ash Ketchum said to Pikachu in Pokemon, “I choose you”. How about you? Will you be with me until I die and treat me like a precious gift given by god?
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