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ooopsitmin-blog · 7 years
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My dearest
I find it hard to write something new,
Sitting in front of my laptop,
Staring at my screen and thinking about those past few months,
We already talked about everything heart to heart, I feel.
Sometimes when I think of you,
I imagine what you would be doing,
Or if you are thinking of me at the exact same time,
Small moments like that make me smile.
So what shall I say to you, my love,
I could never thank you enough,
Like what I wrote on the Christmas card.
You make me realize I could care so much about one person unrelated by blood,
You make me want to explore more, be creative and see the world better,
You make me recognize hey I am actually such an amazing human being,
So why not stop being timid,
Accept my own accomplishments and push myself harder to achieve more.
The precious value of a relationship, any relationship,
in my opinion,
Is not only to love the other but have clearer realizations about oneself in the process.
I never believed that there exist couples where everything works out perfectly.
I’d say the two people in love are like two gears,
Rather than two pieces of the puzzle that fit just fine.
It takes two for the engine to work,
Each having its own pace, direction, and characteristics,
And when friction comes, each has its own space to adjust,
When the engine stops working, then it’s time to slow down,
And both gears might have to make compromises, change shapes so that it could work better.
Hopefully what I wrote made sense,
It makes sense in my head now at least haha.
We are all humans and we are flawed.
All I what I want to say is:
I want to be a better version of myself,
Thanks for accompanying me along the road.
“I am excited about the future, about us”,
And most importantly,
I love you.
Min <3 
July 20, 9:28 PM
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P.S.
I never found the ideal postcard for the past month,
Until today my father said, “you could use mine from 20 years ago”.
This one is actually from the year 1985,
He got it during college.
Thought it was special.
Oh and on the front cover,
It’s a tiny poem:
Green Yarn
Don’t think it’s the emperor’s new clothes,
It’s more spectacular than any piece of clothing.
The great master of arts carefully knitted every pattern and color,
To embellish the magnificent body.
(Now I feel like the picture and poem are not that fitting anymore)
(*Pretend it is* :P )
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