Til death do us part

 


I don't know what the future holds.

I am fear

But I do know one thing:

I want my relationship to last --- until death do us part.

And I believe it can.

Here's what I think truly matters:

The core values of each individual

Each of us holds strong inner values. We are committed in heart, in action, in every season of life. We keep our word. What we say, we mean. What we promise, we follow through on. We uphold our values in every situation.

We nurture a genuine connection.

This bond is built on truth, heartfelt presence, and shared vulnerability.
Two souls meeting in honesty, growing closer until two become one --- not by losing themselves, but by loving each other fully.

We shared a future

We build a life together one where we both belong, and both our dreams matter. A future where we don't just fit in --- we fit together.

There is mutual respect.

We honor and and stay open to finding joy in each other's hobbies, interests, and differences. We compromise with love. We treat each other with care --- not just when things are easy, but especially when they're hard. Even in disagreement, we choose kindness over ego, and understanding over judgment.

We choose each other, again and again.

In every moment, through every change, growth, uncertainty, and conflict, we make the choice to stay, to understand, to hold on. Learn to fight with each other, not against each other. Focus on repairing, not winning.

We're not bored of each other.

Even as time passes, we still want to wake up next to each other. We find joy in the everyday in silence, in routine, in growing older together.

We are honest.

We don't need to hide parts of ourselves. We can be real, even when we're vulnerable or uncertain. You don't have to perform. We're allowed to be confused, unsure. Our relationship feels like home --- a place where we can just be.

We o
pen 
space for emotional expression.

We don't repress what we feel. We don't wait until everything is clear or logical. We express our feelings, even if they're messy and the words aren't perfect. And we listen with patience, not judgment. 

Hanoi, April 20, 2025

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