A very personal revelation for Valentine’s Day:
The debate whether real love is a result of chance
or whether it can be sought
never resonated with us,
because we fall in neither of these categories.
Our story is a completely different one.
I feel like I have known you forever,
yet I am still getting to know you better
You know as well as me
that anyone who tells someone else
“you are perfect”
or has very low standards,
and that anyone who believes it
We are neither
and nor are you perfect.
But with each year that we spend together,
that we live together,
that we travel together,
that we laugh together,
that we learn together,
that we struggle with each other,
I realize more that you are not the most important person in my life –
you are the only important person in my life.
In making this declaration,
I should not withhold the fact,
of which we are both painfully well aware,
that we have been together long enough
for me to have been distracted
by one or the other woman from time to time.
Admittedly, in a world of 7 billion people,
there are a few attractive and interesting ones.
But in retrospect,
most of these affairs
were a waste of time,
went on too long
or were doomed from the beginning.
None of them could really separate us.
I am glad
that we are back together.
I am glad
that no one else disturbs us anymore
when I am alone with myself,
the only person with whom I feel really comfortable,
the only one who understands me,
the only one of whom I never grow tired.