An excerpt from a poem I wrote before for the man I love. I never published it and just yesterday, as I was browsing my documents in my laptop, I came across this. Though it has no title because I suck at making titles for everything I write.
So who is he? Who is this man I’m referring to this piece? Well, firstly, he is the nicest man I have ever known. He is not showy about his feelings, but he tries to express it in small ways that makes me appreciate it more. He respects me; my time, decisions, needs, wants, and limits. He never tried to impose something just for his own benefit and gain, but he always wants what is beneficial for the two of us. He has been never selfish; he thinks more about the people around him rather than of himself. He is a shoulder-to-cry-on who is always available whenever I’m down; that is why he is also my best friend. He is a cheerful man – always ready to make me smile, laugh my ass off, or just lets me forget how my days went worse. He is a good listener; he loves listening to my endless stories about anything and everything. He is a pusher (no, not the drug thingy); he pushes me to never stop working. He always encourages me to do better; to never stop learning. He inspires me to explore and discover more about new things. He never trapped me in his own cage – in his own rules and standards, but he just lets me to fully discover who I really am and rejoice with me every time I succeed. He is a humble one; despite of so many achievements, he never used it to think highly of himself. He always sees himself as the last one which makes him more admirable. A humble heart and mind, who wouldn’t love that?
I could list all the good things about him, but it is endless, and you might say that I’ve been praising this man too much. I’m just stating facts, though. Because aside from those beautiful characters he has, like any other people, he also has flaws. He is quick-tempered like me. His impatience sometimes puts up a starting line of argument between us. He is forgetful (though this is not bad), but he always forgets something. And he slouch badly that I end up worrying about his health when we get old.
Well, that is him. He makes me happy; he is a blessing. I always thank God for letting me live brand new life everyday with the opportunity to express His love to this man. I thank God that he helped me see good things in me; he helped me to love myself even more.
To you, the man who I wrote this for, thank you. Like what I’ve been always saying to you, thank you so much for being always there for me; for all the things you have done, shown, said, and gave. Thank you for expressing yourself to me. Thank you for all the sacrifices you took, for enduring the pain before, for all the efforts you exert every day. I don’t know how will I express my gratitude and love towards you, which is why I made this. Thank you for all the memorable places and moments we’ve shared, I’m looking forward to the future where we could make more memories together.
I write because you exist.
– Michael Faudet
Just like how Faudet writes because of Lang’s existence, I also write because you exist.