Dear Boiled,
I am writing this with the intent of not informing you because…uhm… this letter is likely to be the corniest one that I’ve written in my lifetime.
There were prolly times when you had almost asked me about, why you? Why not someone younger? Why not someone less complicated? Why not someone less broken? True, I could have either taken my pick of fishes in the ocean or remain blessedly single which is by far the most logical choice for someone like me…an old single woman who’s more into career, pets, reading, computer games, and most of the time, doesn’t like to be around people. Well, before you, I was completely contented with the way things are going with my life. By now, you already have an inkling about my personality… the type that welcomes every day and anything with a chill attitude. I do my favorite things or pursue whatever fun stuff that catches my fancy until it stops being fancy. In terms of human interaction, however, you also know that I truly suck at that because I’d rather interact with pets and my gaming avatars. I usually like to be left alone wherein I can brood and be melancholic when the situation calls for it.
But you came. True, there was no butterflies in the stomach or lightnings that lit up the sky. But what the heck? There was a connection, security, contentment and all the other unexplained crazy but pleasant feelings that came with knowing and loving you. I could’ve taken my pick but I don’t think that there’s one person other than you who’d understand the crazy, the complicated, the evil, and the difficult me. But you stood your ground even when we were still mere colleagues. You put up with all the BS without being meek/ pushover. Instead, you’ve shown that there are better ways to handle whatever anger management issues I have. Or that bullying my way to resolve anything is not just the only way to accomplish things. I haven’t met a man who’s as patient, understanding, and thoughtful as you despite facing a scheming and fire breathing dragon that is me. And to top all that, you can still be as funny as fuck and relate with the 5-year old child in me. I know that I have put you through a lot of mental and emotional gymnastics that if it would have been another person, he/she would have given up and charge everything to experience. But you are Boiled, that solid but cuddly boulder, that held its ground amidst an avalanche ripping through a forest.
So you see, it takes a lot out of a person to be with me… even the closest of my friends know this. And yet they stayed…you stayed despite the odds. You have probably seen something in me that’s worth the mind-boggling and emotionally twisting journey that you had to undertake and will continue to undertake just by being with me. So my question is, what’s not to love about you who plowed on when the most logical thing to do was to run away with your tail tuck between your legs? I wouldn’t laugh… no one would laugh at you because I would understand… they would understand that you did the right thing. But you stayed and offered me comfort and understanding when I’m at my worst. You stayed and made me feel like there’s no other place that you want to be other than beside me. You stayed and did all those wonderful crazy to assure me that I matter. You stayed and complemented all my negatives that it keeps me sane and anchored. So there you go… What’s not to love about you?
Xoxo,
BL
03 May 2022