Four Years of Us
Four years. Honestly, four years is not that long. But somehow, it feels like we've lived through ten years' worth of stories. We went through a loooot. And I really mean a lot. So much patience. So many apologies. So much forgiveness. Then somehow, we repeat the cycle all over again. Romantic moments, silly fights, struggles, misunderstandings, making up... and then back to loving each other. Sometimes I think we're just living in our own drama series that keeps getting renewed every year. And somehow, we're still here. This anniversary, my husband understood the assignment. He's always bought me flowers, but this time he did something he'd never done before. He surprised me by sending roses to my workplace. I wasn't expecting it at all, and seeing everyone asking, "Who sent you these?" made me smile. But honestly, it wasn't even about the roses. It was the thought behind them. The effort. The fact that in the middle of our workday, he wanted ...
