Loving the Lady named "Rose"

I have learned, and I mean L-E-A-R-N-E-D, to love this lady for nearly 8 years now. First, as an annoying, sensitive, naive and quiet classmate. Second, as an active, brainy, crappy, still naive co-major during our college days. Third, as an obstinate, reckless, gullible, kind friend. Fourth, as a loyal, moody, touchy friend. Lastly, fifth, as a loving, patient, caring intimate.

Let me tell you the Herculean task she has to accomplish just to survive the daily challege about my weird thoughts. Foremostly, she musters all her courage to win me over, some issues, I have vowed myself not bend on. She put all her energies to understand my self-inflicted pain, and console my wounded feelings over matters that are product of my psychological masochist tendencies.

She is loyal, in my heart I know, although I would pour out all my uncalled green eyed-monster attitude, and curiousities which normally leads to fiery jealousies. I would try to dissuade her loving the remnants of my finer qualities and push her to some ideas, which in reality I dreadfully fear to happen. She would always say Yes, to my requests though most of them are physically taxing. She would always yield to my inhibitions, forgive my prejudices and protect my treasured views.

She would listen whenever I feel like talking. It is not everday, you find a woman, who would be "genuinely" active and interested with your concerns in life. This lady would give you the backrub that you need whenever it itches, the massage that you long for after a tiring day, or the laugh that you would want to hear whenever you feel like cracking an extremely corny joke.

It is not everyday you have someone to text or put up fight with, and still be loved aftwards. I could even attest that even in the most heated arguments we have and even in the most serious fights we have done, I know love reigns in her heart for a shabby person like I do. It is not ordinary that a person would entrust her whole life with you, though she knows the fact that, I cannot find, even my own dreams.

Her trust and confidence in me is so appealling and heart-warming. She gives faith like a child who trusts his father, she gives reliance comparable to the most assured royals, and loyal like a soldier to his sovereign. Her moments with me are filled with genuine ecstasy and pleasure, with so much self-giving and unrestrained attention. She is oozing with fine passion like a sparkling jewels in a shop. Her whispers are so soft, like feathery thoughts to my ears and her warmth is as gentle as fireplace in winter homes.

But she shares the flaws of Eve. She is a silent-nagger at the highest point, whenever called for, to which I blame myself for provoking her to such acts. She is seducer of affection and for warmth kisses. She is bestowed with so much intelligence she surpasses my ego and pomp pride. She is so serene and soft, disguising herself to be fragile outside but so soft and cottony inside. She persuades like no other, argues like no better, and fights like no wrestler can. She speaks of truth my alibis cannot evade. She escapes a winnable issue in my favor and juggling statements, such that my realization will turn on me disfavorably. She thinks so fast yet speaks so slowly, that your understanding will be boggled by nothing but to obey. She is naive at times, to the point of unmindful self-giving, so believing that would open herself for the prey of evil-hearted men.

She is an ultimate friend. She meets them with much eagerness and gets grouchy, whenever sordid things happen. Her family depends on her, though she gets pissed off with the idea of financial scutiny. But her transparency with riches and treasures are impeccable. Her dreams are simple and her life is uncomplex.

She cooks well, now than before. Fries the chicken with golden brown color, cooks meat tender, (make them hard as well), and cooks the vegetable (sometimes over) but definitely crisp enough to be gnawed by the hungry. She cuts so thinly and perfectly it could pass for a machine work. She seldom to never, uses MSG's. Similarly, she pleases everyone with golden brown, sometimes with her raw expectations, cooks my meat hardly or tenderly, the meat of my thoughts and ideas...and make other's life quick and crisp, very much the same she does her veggies on the menu.

Her faith is open, and her prayers are serious and honest. She may not be religious like the RVM Sisters or the Dominican nuns, she used to admire(?), but she has a genuine faith. She admits her tresspasses before her Creator, and loves Him, ultimately, so much for her to pursue truth. She reads the Bible and attends Worship Services (before Masses), she listens intently to sermons and apply it. She is a sinner I know, I was many times, an accomplice, but her realizations are humble and not justificatory. She sees grace in her life, and blesses God for many wonderful gifts, the Almighty has given to her, she thanks Mercy of God to her soul, and loved Jesus, peculiarly it encourages others.

She is the life I have onced, basked and denied. But she is the living proof of my manhood, she is God's right gift for me: a person who will be loyal and fidel, who would love but not compromise, pray and read without ill-thoughts, someone who would believe when all of these in the world are lies. And now, I can write so many things about her and drop dead, but to finally cap my sugary, honeyed words. I can only sum up everything,in three simple words: I LOVE HER. And that is all that is I know, and shall know to do, for a lifetime.