Sunday Morning

T.

I know we have our quirks and we're finally getting to know each other.
I think we are at that stage where we're both discovering how to make each other tick. We are definitely way past the cute dates and the giddiness of the first few days into a new relationship.

You hate waking up early.
I am not too excited to wake you up because it will take all the saints in the Litany to get you up and about. Even if it takes hours, I still try.

I hate being awake over the weekends. I hate being awake over the weekends alone the most.
So you painstakingly try to be lucid to keep me company. Now, that's a trooper.

I am careful not to order anything with shrimp even if it's my favorite coz you are allergic.
You still find time to cook for me even if you're really tired or you'll be dangerously late.

There are times when we are both so exasperated at the curve balls that this life is throwing our way that we end up irritated. Sometimes at each other. Sometimes to the world, in general.

We bite our tongues to keep the peace. Sometimes we don't if we need a quick release.

Now, we are realizing that nothing is ever perfect.
But you know, 'perfect' is such a relative, subjective word.
Nothing is ever easy. Everyone cries once in a while.

It is another day, sweetheart.
I know you are still asleep as I write this.
I can't wait to spend time with you today.
Know that you are in my thoughts and
always remember that you are loved.

V.