Purple are the tulips that devote themselves to you; purple is the gold that remains forever true.
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I don't like to think how I would be now, if this time last year, you had not found me. No doubt I would be happy still (I make it a point to give myself that), but I wonder if one more wrong relationship would not finally mark the repose of an already faltering belief in goodness, which for so long I have stubbornly clung onto.
People say you win some, and you lose some. Did I not say that with the stiff chill brings acute sentience? A heart of mush is no device for sharpened discourse, but that's what has been happening since you obliterated my doubt with your charming sashes of hope, joy and love. Now my pen has lost its edge, but this loss I gladly undertake.
It's been some time since those good times first began, and I once told you that there are good times, and then there are good times. Because those exhilarating good times seem to fade all too soon into the subtle warmth and peace of routine, and one so easily loses the initial conviction of holding-on, when all the pomp and grandeur have moved on. What's left is just the two of us, bare to the test of happiness that truly concerns, affects no one, but you and me. When I can no longer lend happiness to this relationship from the blessings and celebrations of others, will we still make it?
You have shown me that YOU shall always be my reason to keep believing. Not that perfect set of dentist teeth; not that absolutely huggy tummy. Not your silly dances or witty remarks; but really, what 'good times' has become for me.
At first, when we were just hanging out, good times were your gentle, polite ways coupled with those occasional unassuming jokes. You were always patient, always sweet, always truthful. And then we started going out. Good times were the assurance of my hand in yours, the teddy bear hugs that you would always remember to give me when we meet (even when it was me who requested and then forgot), the good-natured manner in which you humoured my million-and-one questions, the sleep you sacrificed just so I could jibber on into the night. As we grew closer, good times were how you unconsciously began talking in my childish language, the silly poses you strike for no good reason, when you carried me to bed and tucked me in, even though it was right in the middle of your soccer game. Now, there are some things you still do, some that you indulge me once in a while, some that have ceased to be significant between us. Yet other sweet gestures have taken their place, and as they are added to my collection of special memories, they only constantly endear you to my heart. Like the excitement that motivated you to plan for our trip excited me too. The fact that you took the initiative to find photographers for our wedding makes me so honoured to be your bride.
They say that all good times come to an end. But what should it matter, when those good times, they keep coming back in a better way :)
So the test of time is not about stamina and endurance after all. What was there right from the start does not need Time to develop or justify. Through time, we simply uncover the truth.
