I wrote this for my husband, David, who has been with me through thick and thin for over 25 years. Our friendship and marriage are the best things that have happened to me in my adult life.
I may not know what love is
A philosopher calls it "friendship set to music"
A writer calls it "a winged bird" that soars
I am contemplating my own definition of this eternally elusive but also the most beautiful thing.
I know that my admiration for you is boundless,
that my respect for you profound.
I have had the front-row seat to witnessing how much you have cared, worked and sacrificed for me, us and humanity.
Oh, how I wish for only good things for us!
I wish that we would always walk together through pleasant meadows filled with pretty wildflowers.
I wish that we would always sail together on calm sea with favorable wind.
I wish that we would always exist in the light.
Alas, it is not so, my love!
At times, our love is like a delicate flower trying to survive in a rocky terrain in hellish weather that bends to destroy every living thing,
or like a fragile small bird struggling to find food in the dead of winter,
or like a stumbling creature in such despairing darkness that he sees naught and has naught to hold on to.
Sorry that I have focused too much on the darkness,
that I have dwelled too long in my own pains
To show you how deeply I care about you and all your struggles, about us, our home and our family.
To show you that I am still your girl
I'm still that girl that danced with you on that small piece of newspaper in Chukamol,
who chooses to stay every single time she feels like running away.
I know, by nature, I'm not patient,
but I cannot help how I am made.
I am still that girl who walked with you by the sea on our first date.
I have always cared about you and all your struggles
And I will keep caring,
For I am still your girl
who wants to follow you around everywhere.
Bold, Slow and Intentional 