17/05/2026
Decades of friendship…
We fight like cats and dogs,
arguing over the smallest things,
getting annoyed with each other
more times than we can count.
There are days when I honestly feel like giving up,
the kind of exhaustion that makes you question
why we are still holding on.
But at the end of every misunderstanding,
I still find myself choosing you.
Maybe this is what pure love really looks like
not perfect,
not always gentle,
not the kind that never hurts,
but the kind that stays.
The kind where even in anger,
you still care.
Even when you are tired of each other,
you still come back.
Sometimes I think…
if I were truly a bad person,
we would have walked away from each other a long time ago.
And maybe the same goes for you.
Because despite all the frustrations,
the harsh words,
and the countless moments of wanting to quit,
we still choose to fix things
instead of letting go.
I may not always give you the best life,
the grandest moments,
or the perfect kind of love,
but I am trying my hardest
to give you the best effort my heart can offer.
From the moon and back,
through every chaos, every misunderstanding,
and every silent battle we never speak about
you are still the home
I cannot walk away from.
And if this is what pure love means—
choosing each other over and over again
despite the storms,
then maybe what we have
is something truly rare.
