Dear husband,
Bring all the groceries I have told you. If you bring rubbish and I scold you, then don't dare to make a face. Because I will still lovingly adjust with rubbish groceries you have brought.

You have to make bed for me every night and sit beside me when I sleep. But I will only sleep when I have removed all of your tiredness and make you happy. Then you will put your hands on my head, tell me good night, pamper me and make me sleep.

Why do you look at me with so loving eyes, even though when I fight with you?
Why do you want to talk when there's silence? Why do you keep calling me from your heart when I want to avoid you? Why do you feel shy when I lock all the doors in our house, so you can't leave me and go outside?

I want you to be there in kitchen with me. While I will make food, you will keep looking at me with desire. Then engage me in your philosophical conversation to understand my perspective.

All of my deep-rooted desires of love, lust and connection is met by you. I don't have anything else to write. I am confused of who you are as a human. You are my divine partner. Having you in my life also makes me confuse as I am some divine being or not.
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