No matter how skinny I was back then and how much lard I've drank now, you still loved me for who I am. I was so much prettier back in high school, but some how along the way, I turned into an old ugly pumpkin, and you still loved me anyway.
No matter how messed up I am in my mind, you still managed to peal off the pieces one by one and helped me scrutinise my crazy and tell me that I'm ok for thinking the way I do, and that I'm not going insane.
No matter how badly the world criticised me for being imperfect, you were always there to tell me why despite of it, I'm still better than any of those who criticised me.
No matter how much I wanted to pull the plug and call it a day, you managed to convince me out of it and tell me why there is so much more things to live for and another 60 more years of happiness(?) to spend together.
No matter how much I ate, you still told me to eat more. I don't know if its fear of gastric, or that you're just fattening me so that no one else would want me.
No matter how much you had, you always gave me the best of it and had the bad ones for yourself.
No matter how screwed my thoughts were, your reasons always made sense and yours would be the only one I listened to.
No matter how crazy my DIY projects were, you were always there to support me and to lend a helping hand.
No matter how poor I was, you'd always put money in my purse so I would go completely poor.
No matter how my family hurt me, you always reminded me to forgive them.
No matter how imperfect you are to the world, you'll always be perfect to me <3
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