This week has been like hell to me. By Friday, I was close to tears and felt like giving up. I feel like the Builders kids do not see me like a teacher, rather, a friend, an ate. That, maybe explains why they always feel close to me, and most of the time, take me for granted during class. They feel like they can get away with their ways.
Juggling two jobs with different fields, being a mom, and trying hard to be a good daughter and sister is a hard thing. One thing I'm great at though, that's loving you my sweetheart.
I discovered a peaceful place to be, that may be very well my sanctuary. Albeit the noise of those high school students, it was pretty peaceful. Thank you for taking me there, listening to me, and holding my hand through this hard time.
I burst into tears as we were about to get out of the car. The pain of having to part again was something I didn't want to feel once more. But it felt so right to be in your arms. I loved that feeling when I was crying and you were holding me tightly and kissing away my tears. I felt so loved. Something I haven't felt for a long time until you came into my life and loved me.
I promise you, love, that I will just hang on. I won't give in, I won't give up. And I'll be there with you at the end of the road.
I am forever your wife, your lover, your partner, your better half, the greatest love you'll ever have.
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