We don't argue, you argue with us. Constantly reminding us that you know better, that you know what's best. Certainly, you do. You raised us independently. And evidently, it wasn't an easy task. It was like multi-tasking a multi-task. Shoving eggs in a pan, bearing sleepless nights when we're sick (though, I do the frequent), settling your now unsettled love life (starting when mom passed away) which never really blossomed 'til to date, worrying about tuition fees and simultaneous school and home expenses, planning our future ahead, guarding us from boys lurking around us (though you failed.. a little. haha) and calling us every after class to check where or
what we are doing (even when we are used to this, the fact of "being used to it" is still heart-warmingly melting). And now, I want to tell you how much you mean to us. How much pain and love you proportionally caused us. I'm not saying that this is a fairytale in the most incredulous realness. This is not the end. And I'm not telling you this because I'm glad, but because it's worth to tell. Boulders are still there for us to surmount. Rocks are still there to trip us over. Strong wind is still there to effortlessly tumble us apart. And no matter how many arguments and reckless fight we will soon have, I still want to thank you. Thank you for this flowered-valentine day. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for keeping our lives worth while. Thank you. Thank you so much. And as sweet and as caring as you are, you're the only kind of boyfriend we will never get across with again our whole lives. We love you, pa. Happy Valentines!