Little Big Girl
I might look fragile and small on the outside, But inside is a whole other side of me
Jason. The air that keeps me alive.
I want to show you how much you deeply mean to me. The words you’ve expressed towards me, well, I fell back.
As years pass by our love grows. With every step I take along the road with you, our strength grows. I know we have our differences. The difference of race. You’re hispanic, I’m Filipino/Hispanic. It seemed impossible, but Baby, WE MADE IT. Through trials and tribulations, we have grown.
When I first met you I thought, Dang, that kid got style and Darn it I was RIGHT!
You’ve made me believe in myself and us. When I was weak you where there strong and able. You were there through the good and the bad. You were there when my goldfish died. The death of my little sunshine was the heartbreak of the week. I was a mess. Hair wasn’t done, wore baggy clothes, and I haven’t bathed since the death, but you told me “You’ve never looked better” .
When you smile it brightens my day. I love your ghetto mustache and your big dumbo ears. The way you whisper spanish love words in my ear. Spanish never sounded as beautiful as when you talk to me with the heavy accent of heaven.
The way you hold my hand when everyone’s looking. The way you type “I see” in every conversation at least 24 times. The way you tell me “I know” and people around us are confused. I love our little secrets, our late night chats, our freakiness. But most of all I love how you call me a Stupendous Bitch when you really mean I love you.
I just wanted to let everyone know that my love, my true love, my everything, MY Man is JASON CHAUCA!
Always Yours,
Kristene Joy Enriquez Chauca
