For the love of us.

It's been a journey of much. Not so much that the freshness is depleting in supply. In fact, there has never been a price you can pay for that.

Much laughter, much smiles, much thoughts, much support, much amazement, much sweetness, much passion, much intimacy, much knowing smiles, much cheeky wink, and much much of much.

There were, too, many little rows, many downturned mouths, many disappointed pouts, many drops of frustrated tears. And perhaps, a few threats. Oh, and a few blackmails. Don't all relationships have that?

But, it feels like time has no relevance this time. Simply because time didn't have the chance to witness a start. And, as I like to believe, that makes no end possible. There can't be an end if there wasn't a start. And time, time just let us be.

So, it's probably been a year. But it could have been 1 month, 1 week or 1 day. It could well be years too. I can't measure this journey with time this time. I, however, measure it in much and few.

Much happiness, few madness. Much upturned mouths, few downturned mouths. Much loving smses, few angry smses. Much growth, few regressions.

You know what that makes? Nett happiness.

I know we are the envy of many couples we know. Don't ask me why. I just know.