Why do we choose partners

"... so different from ourselves? It's not fate nor chance nor cliques like, "the heart wants what the heart wants". We choose our partners because they represent the unfinished business from our childhood. And we choose them because they manifest the qualities we wish we had. In doing so, in choosing such a challenging partner, and giving them what they need, we chart a course for our own growth."

- Modern Family S7E08





My love for you is self-renewal.

Loving you is simultaneously the easiest and the hardest thing I've ever done. The days when you're loving are the days I live for. The days when you're difficult are the days I could wring your neck with a hanger. But at the core, this love is self-renewal.

I didn't think much of it till our bingsu date today.

I made you pose for a photo. You were all annoyed and made a face. Then I kept prodding till you caved into a smile. Then I passed you my phone, wordlessly implying I want a photo too. And you, adorable you, gave my love a run for its money.







You took a photo, I know because I saw your finger snap back on the shutter. But then you scrunched up your face and I asked you what's wrong. You shook your head and smiled and so I smiled but then you scrunched up your face again so I frowned and pushed the tray back to you.

And you gleefully told me it was a burst and that you were trying to capture my pouting face.





















You said you had a cheesy idea and lifted your spoon. I had a gauge of what was it. You wordlessly fed me a bite as I criss crossed my arm instead to feed myself a bite too. And you laughed and I said I'm cheesier than you and then we criss crossed once or twice after for good measure.

I saw a wishing well and you mocked me for wanting to try. I ignored you and made a solemn wish upon my twenty cent coin and sent it flying. Then you adorably forsake your big lecture and made two wishes, one on each dollar coin.

You threw them in and I bugged you to tell me both. You said no. How about one? No. How about just the one about me. And you wore the most surprised look and asked, "how did you know one was about you?"

You silly thing.

We made a pit stop for your cigarette and you scrolled through my burst slowly, giving me the audio commentary.

"See this is the happy photo!

Then this is "oh no, what's wrong baby?"

Then this is happy face again!

Then this is "what's wrong again?"

And this is "humph" then you push the tray back to me."

And I know you love me because on the train, I converted the burst into a gif and showed it to you out of nowhere. You looked at it intensely for the first 0.5 seconds then broke into this loving, blissful smile. You stroked my head and I looked up to you and you told me how very cute you found me.

We took a bus out to the mookata and I kept piping up "baby!" and then pretending I said nothing. And you'd laugh and tell me how adorable it was. I tried to hump you on the bus and you curved your hips away in the funniest way.

Once we were home, you asked for the longest kiss I have ever given anyone and I did, and I did I did I did and you are so amazing, you know that? You are sensual, you are strong and you are soothing. You are a force I am uncontrollably drawn to and I kept thinking about how lucky I am.

Be with me forever.