I’m sorry if I keep on asking on which side of your cheeks your dimple is; I just want you to smile so I can see it myself. I’m sorry if I keep on asking you to do CT (cuddle time); I just want to be close to you and feel your heart beating. I’m sorry if I don’t give you your share of blanket at night; I just find it cute when you beg for it in the middle of the night. I’m sorry if I keep on insisting to let you know what kind of spirits are roaming around the kitchen when we get food at night; I just want to feel that you need me and that I can protect you (from spirits and ghosts, YES). I’m sorry if I keep on repeating that you have a bad smoker’s breath; its just that I don’t want you to smoke like a chimney. I’m sorry if I told you to stop wearing your EK shirt; its because it doesn’t feel comfy when we cuddle and you’re wearing it. Its made of cheap cotton. I’m sorry if occupy a big space of the bed; I just want you to hug me and cling onto me. Because you will fall off the bed if you don’t.
I know I’m not perfect (I’m only semi-perfect. HAH.), baby. But for you, I’m trying. Happy 26th month anniversary tomorrow, just in case I forget to greet you (which I won’t and never will forget to do). Thank you for treating me like a princess. I love you with every fiber of my being. I look forward to spending years and years with you and our future family.
P.S.
I’m really a cat. I’m sorry, its only now that I told you. I hope you can still love me. Hihi. Meow.
