You’re my partner in crime.
We made this baby.
We messed things up.
We made things up.
We’re still here.
Thanks to you, I know I snore when I have a cold.
Thanks to you, I have someone who will do the cleaning up if I wash.
Thanks to you, I think x10 over if I really need that cardigan.
Thanks to you, I can make some damn mean curries.
Or would that be us?
Because it feels like forever, but perhaps we just started.
It feels like we’re siblings, in a wrong way and in a right way.
Make me grateful I found love at 21.
Make me grateful I bumped into you when I was looking for trouble.
Picked me apart.
Made me challenge myself.
Hurt me where it hurt the most.
Loved me in a way I couldn’t understand.
But I do now.
I now understand.
I now am by your side.
And I know you are by mine.