Khun Neung, and her Amor, versus the world

Khung Neung and her Amor, versus The World

I love her so much.
I love her, I love her, I love her.

I used to think that the only one on this planet that I would be able to ever truly love was myself, Neung.
Turns out that the person I was waiting for was A neung.

When she looked at me with those beautiful and bright eyes of hers, I felt a light shine on me again.
Her eyes are as beautiful as the black night sky.
When they look at me, the world is beautiful and the world is kind.

When she gives me that unique Neung kinda smile of hers, I want to make the world a better place for her. I want to ensure she always has a reason to keep the happiness on her face like that for the rest of time.

And when I take her into my arms and she fits perfectly, I feel complete. Everything makes sense. It feels like how the rays from the Sun allow flowers on Earth to bloom.

When we are together, everything on this planet makes sense.

Yet I cannot explain to her that I cannot explain to the whole world, that our love is the exception, not the standard.

We live in a cruel world in which younger vulnerable people can be misguided by some older cruel ones.

I would never dare to mislead her in any way. Yet I cannot explain that to the world.

She is a grown adult, someone capable of making her own sound decisions.
Yet it is a combination of both, the world and my mind, telling me that I'm the asteroid , threatening to destroy, headed her way. That my love for her could keep her confined.

How could I allow her to love me, knowing that one day, perhaps due to my age sooner rather than later, she will have to watch me die.

Age is important, as is experience. Were it any other couple then I too would be worried but my Neung, the best part of my world, she is the wisest of us all. Letting her heart lead her, whilst also listening to her mind's reason.

I was always worried that she would be someone that just does as I say, like listening to a dictator. But my Neung has proven time and again that she can think independently for herself. While she loves me, she at the same time always keeps her boundaries in tact.

Letting me know when she's not comfortable with something. Letting me know her likes. She allows me to kiss her cheek only after me having clearly communicated what she means to me.

Even though I am much older and have spent 16 years longer going on a round object around the sun, she is the more sensible one.

I was first charmed by her cuteness, then by her sweetness but the quality about her that has stayed consistent is the way of her communication.

She listens to me, not to reply but to understand.
When I falter, and the disturbing noise of the world start to take over, my Neung is the one who can logically think and bring me back to my senses.

I thought that love was supposed to make you confused but her presence is my solution.

I listen to her, like her speech is the only thing on Earth that makes sense.

I respect her, the way the Sun and Moon give one another the chance to shine on our planet in a perfectly coordinated dance.

I love her, the way my perfect angel, my Neung, loves her Ar-Neung. Nothing more, nothing less. In this younger, beautiful, kind, intelligent and amazing woman, I have found an equilibrium, I have found my perfect match.

36 years were nothing, I'd happily endure 1000 eons on this planet for a chance to meet her again.

Yet the thought of being separated from her for a measly 2-3 years by the borders of this vast planet, feels like the cruelest punishment known to exist.

My inability to let her go hurts the world and my inability to keep her in my arms hurts her.

I let her go.

I couldn't let her go.

She loves me,
She chooses me,
She tries to get to me,
She's gone-

This was not supposed to happen.
I am not the one supposed to watch her die.

Neung,
My love, my life
I will make the world stop spinning if it keeps me from you.

Come back to me .... Teerak

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Neung,
My love, my life
Can't you see what a total and utter sap you've made me trying to make everything rhyme.

Please come back to me, Amor

I want you to be my wife