Mahal,
The first time I fell in love with you Nope. We’re not starting there. We’ll be here all night.
I’ve rewritten this six times now. I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time when I literally tell you I love you every day. Probably twenty times a day, actually.
But I want to get this right.
I promise to tell you when something’s bothering me instead of saying “okay lang” and making you guess.
I promise to listen when you need me to, even when we don’t agree.
I promise to wake up early for your pandesal. Kahit antok na antok pa ako.
And I promise to stop taking pictures of you while you’re eating.
Okay, sorry, baby. I can’t promise that one.
I know we have our own habits, and I’m sure we’ll still find things to argue about. You’ll probably keep telling me to put my camera away, and I’ll probably keep asking you for just one more picture.
But I love our life together, mahal. I love coming home to you, having dinner together, and sitting beside you while you read and I edit photos. Even when we’re not doing anything special, I’m happy just being there with you.
I just want to tell you how happy I am that we get to do this. That tomorrow, after everyone goes home, we’ll wake up together and I’ll probably ask you what you want for breakfast.
And the day after that, too.
God, mahal. I get to be your wife. Can you believe that?
Mahal na mahal kita, Maraiah.
Pipiliin kita araw-araw.
she's definitely going to cry. bring tissues. for both of us.