I love you. For making me laugh when you tried to drown me with your smelly boxer. For buying everything that Sarah needs or whatever I need. For cleaning the house and doing the laundry. For ensuring me and Sarah are living comfortably and healthy. For hugging me when I was crying. For forgiving me when I make mistakes. For dancing silly with your belly. For falling asleep with your eyes and mouth open. For always improving when I voice out your lacking. For accepting me in sickness and in health, for better or for worse.
But I would love you more. If you put your phone away around me and once you're home from work. If you always hug me tight even when I don't ask for it, or even I was doing something else. If you kiss me more than you kiss Sarah. If you look excited to see me more than you look excited to see Sarah. If you acknowledge my hurt and just say sorry immediately. If you make effort to make us sit down and have a heart to heart talk just to checking in on each other's in depth emotions. If you just stare into my eyes, hold my hands and tell me how much you love me. If you boldly make move for sex. If you always remind me of how beautiful I am and how important I am in your life. If you understand of how I don't feel comfortable being around your family and not leaving me alone. If you understand that I've a certain capacity of socializing with people. If you know that I got jealous when you don't put me first. If you aware that I always want you no matter how exhausting and excruciating my whole day was.
However, today I have decided that I will no longer rely my happiness nor sadness all on you. I ended up getting hurt for so many times doing so. I forgot a while that I was supposed to rely on Allah instead. He is the Most Powerful, The Most Merciful. I hope with this, I'll be a better servant and a better wife. I pray that He granted me more patience in this marriage and life. It's all easier said than done, but I'll try.