Love

Love.

I always thought I understand love.

When I first know my husband, I believe it is love. Though I never thought I could love this fast and this much. I know, he is not in love with me as much as I did when we first know each other. I mean, lets us be real and get real. Men do not simply love. Men are literally forward. Women in other hand, we are literally complicated. We tend to say or do things when we do not even meant it. Yes, we women are cool like that.

I know love when I lay at night thinking of him instead of sleeping. I know love when I cry because of him. I know love when my heart race when I first look at him. I know love when I cannot even describe what love is.

I know it may sound cliché but this is love in my point of view.

Sometimes I do wish I could understand more about love. Yes, am so obsessed about love. I love to love.

I have been his wife for almost 2 months now. One thing I learn about marriage is “To Compromise”.

Well, yours truly is not good at compromise or should I say, I never compromise at all when it comes to love. But Alhamdulillah, with my dearest husband I learn to be compromising a lot.

For the first time in my life, it felt really good to actually do things you do not normally do to other people.

Now I really enjoy cooking, washing and cleaning for dear husband.

This is love. This is me in love with her own husband.

“Thank you baby for everything”

 

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