… then read what I write here.

sometimes, i forget to love you.

not because i fall out of love. after all, how can i, when we once agreed on being in love, and not falling in love, because when you fall in, there’s a chance you can easily fall out?

and not because i have grown tired of you. well, there are days of yearning for absolute mindless freedom, but you know me as a man of mind, thus is it a likely occurrence of me taking such toll without thinking?

actually, i do. or rather, i did. and that’s how i love you.

and now, i forget that you need to be tingled with sweet, loving words.

i forget that you need more than my silent support of catching you from behind when you fall.

i forget that you need more than my quiet persistence of being someone that you come home to.
without asking, without probing, without questioning.

i forget that you need to go out sometimes, often at opposing times when i feel like talking to myself and the four still walls.

at such times, sometimes i forget to love you.

because i have started respecting you, hoping that you trust this union we’ve built.

because i have begun to honor you and your marvelous side of life that i may or may not be apt to fit in.

and still, if sometimes i forget to love you,

remind me again, please.

that’s how our life begins.