I know I haven’t given you enough credit for making my life here in Australia so much easier. I guess the situation we are in is no heaven, but it definitely kept my life here from becoming hell. See, in all honesty, I like the little things that you do, like coming to my house and sucking up to my housemates just because you don’t want them to feel irritated that you’re always around, or the way you hold my face, give me a nagging about eating properly and then a quick kiss. Of course, there are the bigger things, like how you surprised me with dozens of daffodils from an event fighting for cancer. I know how much you really care, when for a period of time, we have so many parties to go for, but you took care of me because I keep getting wasted. I know entering the club at 1.30am and leaving an hour later taking care of a girl who just puked on herself is no fun at all. How can I forget, when you took care of me when I’m having a fever. You came back from dinner with your friends, knock on my housemates’ doors asking for medication, forced me to drink up the darn powder in water, tucked me in, kissed me, left, and then came back to kiss me again. Oh, how about after reading the previous post and ignoring all your calls, you drove all the way just to tell me you’ll try harder? I’ve become less expressive verbally, but trust me, I remember the little details.
I know I’m not exactly the best partner to have, since I’m keeping myself from committing and always emphasising on our expiry date. But I really do care how you turn out to be while you’re spending this period with me, and I’m really hope that I’m doing well enough in making you happy. I just really hate how circumstances has already decided our fate, but darling, be sure I feel the same way as you do.
