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Reflections: Resentment and Gratitude

                I had a talk with her days ago about our situation and it made me reflect on few things and those are like - have I ever been a good partner and what kind of person I am. Sometimes I am but too blind to see my own faults and that is why I am gifted with a partner who can see through my faults and has the courage to tell me in plain words. She has been a gift to me, and I say she is my loving mirror. I may have failed but she gave me the chance to prove myself worthy again unto her, to correct my ways to love her as she is and taught me the subtle ways to be in the world. She alone tames me for I am filled with the fire of youth and idealism. She but calms me. I have been a problematic self, but she is patient enough to be with me and to see me grow and change. All a man could do is to change himself for the betterment of a relationship. Rarely do we see men sell their principles in the name of relationship, because most men cannot sell their own soul for something else. I am but that man, slowly learning the ways of having a good relationship with my other half. I am slowly learning and I am reflecting on how to keep her with me and to keep our relationship alive.

                A man reflects upon the injury set by the world to him or by the serene and calm voice of a woman to whom he has delegated an authority over him to wound his pride in times of error. My woman is my voice of authority over the self I am in times of turmoil. Although there are times wherein I can solve things on my own, but it is one great happiness to know that someone cares about my burden and chose to carry along with me and help me all throughout.  There is nothing like the other half telling me what to do in times of crisis, her words are melodious to hear because I can feel that she cares. She is the very accommodating to make me feel home and the ever critical to make me feel sane. I cannot thank her enough to be with me and choosing still to be with me after all the trials and problems we faced. She is awesome.

                Time and time again, I could only reflect upon the very day we had our beginning and I could but daydream that this would never end and to fantasize a little about a married life with her. But she is so wise to tell me to live by the moment and not to over think things. We are to embrace every moment, live in the moment and worry little about the future for it will come. She has been with me for so long, and I wish to keep her always with me. I cannot imagine my life now without her. I cannot imagine how far I have learned and grown because I am spending my life with her and for that I owe a part of me a part of this growth to her and for that I am most grateful.


                I am writing this to show my resentment over the failures I committed to her being a lover, a partner and a friend. But I am also writing this to show to her how much I love her and thankful that she is my partner. I love her so much. I am but hopeful of our relationship and our continual growth and soon, a partnership for a lifetime. 

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