MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO…..
MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE

I’ve sometimes been accused by some people…some relatives (esp. those who have not been loved enough) that I love my wife too much…the implications of course are that I protect her too much and that the love is not equal.

On the first implication…that I protect my wife too much….my question is this…shouldn’t all husbands, being the man in the relationship, try to protect their wives form all hurt and harm?...so there is nothing extraordinary about it.

On the second implication ….that our love is not equal….my answer… you have no idea what goes on in our house, in our lives, in our hearts. Perhaps it’s because I am more vocal and more expressive…..but my wife loves me and stays with me, amidst the harsh words, the queer and demeaning looks…and despite of me, being me (I am certainly not easy to live with)….because I write about love and speak about love, I am deemed the great romantic….but is there anything more romantic than standing by your man, silently and suffering through everything?

To my wife….I have not been the perfect husband, but you’ve always the perfect wife for me. I have not been able to bring you to expensive locales nor have I bought you maddeningly expensive signature things….but ever since we got married, I have spent each night of my life with you, except for nights when someone was in the hospital and I had to be there….and during those nights that we were apart, I never could sleep…you and our kids invade my every thought….and I had gotten so used to staring at your beautiful face every night.

I could never even imagine travelling far distances without you…I would always think of how beautiful you would look at a particular site…or how much you would enjoy being in that place….the place, no matter how exotic or breath taking , would have no value for me, if you weren’t there with me.

You are my best friend…..the only person I could totally be real with….I can get crazy, irreverent, and laugh out loud…and I can pour my heart out and cry with you. I would always choose to be with you and the kids, rather than go out with a barkada drinking or gambling,… we can just watch tv, have midnight snacks, laugh at each other’s stories and it would be pure joy.

One day, the kids will grow-up and have their own lives…I cannot fathom the pain that will give me….but being left with the person you love with all your heart….and the person who loves you just as much….the prospect isn’t bad at all.

For a while there….I though I had lost you to that dreaded disease…How could I go on without my greatest supporter, my source of strength…..but then God gave you back to me, coupled with a stronger faith that we now both share….that was a slice of heaven there for me….

Sorry for all the disappointments…thank you for loving me despite knowing the real me…I can only promise to love you even more, if that is at all possible….

You are my life, you are my world, you are my everything….

You are my one and only love.