Dear Husband

It's been awhile, 
I guess.
Since we've been busy moving on with life,
While preparing for Widget's arrival.
Yes,
I'm still adamant in believing Bean is a boy.
But doesn't mean I'm going to love them less,
If Widget turns out to be Poppet.
This is just a maternal instinct.

Before you,
I've spent so many times,
Self-pitying,
Abusing my emotions and my mind,
Playing with people's hearts,
So they would bleed like me.

Both me and Dila,
We've been hurt the same way,
But she chose to hurt herself,
While I chose to hurt others.

I hope she is happy now.
Because I can genuinely say "I am happy".

I have you,
Who treats me like a queen,
When I undermined myself for so long,
I forgot how it feels to be cherished.

I have you,
Who whispers love to me every day,
Even when I couldn't reciprocate it,
But your love never falters anyway.

I have you,
Who treats me equally,
But still cherish me,
When I thought men only see women as weak creature.

I have you,
Who sew my heart together,
Who gives me all the things I'd never imagine having,
Who my sister could finally accept.

Thank you.