Hon,

I know I’ve grown so much dependent to you. I don’t know how to control this because I never intended to. Every time I sleep, I wanted to be beside you;  your arms comforting me; your breath softly tickles my ears; your chest I  lay my cheeks on; your fingers gently caressing my hair; your legs carefully wrapped to mine and your eyes set only to me.

I was so emotionally and physically stuck with you; feeling your joys, your fears (funny, you have some!), and gently listening to your dreams, aspirations and endless hopes. It warms my heart whenever I hear my name from your lips, whenever you include me to your future plans, dreaming a dream I always wanted myself.

I admire you for your principles, honestly enlightened with your words whenever I’m down and feel worthless at times. You are there when I needed you most; whenever I wanted to cry or to celebrate or just needed someone to listen. You gave me the most joys, the ugliest experience, the worst feelings, but I would gladly admit, the best things in my life.

                But you’ve broke my heart once! That was when you admitted me that you’re so damn broken! It broke my heart more than it hurt you. The man I always admired with the strength and courage has fallen upon my shoulders, almost crying, admitting his weakness. I hate to hear your brave words then. I’d love to see tears fall from your eyes, to hear you falter and sob, to succumb yourself to the bittersweet event in this steep steps in our journey together, because you are not alone anymore. You have someone to cry and laugh with, to fight against and to kiss and make up later.

                I know I can never be as strong, as tactful, and as patient as you are, but I promise to be as good listener as can be. I may not answer your questions, but I could ask that question myself just as to divide the burden you carry. I may not unload your problems; face your fears for you nor give you the best advice, but I always have my hands to wipe you tears, my arms to wrap around you, my lips to kiss when we run out of words and my love to warm you when you are cold.

                I may hate to see you that way, but I’m still grateful that you never denied me the opportunity to comfort you despite my own weaknesses and discomfort. Hon, you are not alone! I’m just here, beside you when you want me to, behind you when you need support, before you when you need guidance and with you as long as you want. I won’t promise forever for that word itself is vague. The word itself varies upon situation unlike what we have together; an unconditional and enduring love, timeless and always understanding and patient.

                I see, ‘cause you’ve shown me. I feel ‘cause you made me, I know ‘cause you’ve taught me, I endure ‘cause you’ve endured me and I treasure ‘cause you’ve treasured this person who was once broken but you’ve patiently and lovingly picked up and carefully put back the pieces I threw away.