Thank you for everything

In December, he brought me to have lunch at his school with him; he and I had an argument two days before but he chose to be mature and to put it behind him. He waited for me so we could eat together, even when I was late and he only had an hour's lunch break.

In November, he skipped class to come take care of me when I couldn't get up because of an unusually terrible stomachache; he put aside his ego to buy me menstrual pills and made me eat them in the middle of the way. He bought me hot tea to soothe my stomach; made me laugh to calm my heart.

In October, he immediately knew something was wrong when he laid eyes on me; he listened when I told him about how neglected I'd felt, how he had confused me about what he wanted. He hugged me right there and then, sat me down and made me feel better.

In September, he gave me a chance I did not deserve. I had disappointed him, and even more greatly when I took it out by going back to an old habit. On my 18th birthday, he called me to wish me; I returned the gesture by getting angry that he hadn't made effort to come to Singapore for me. He forgave me.

In August, he brought me to have lunch with his many tertiary classmates; he didn't treat me like I was supposed to be special. He didn't treat me like I was invisible either. Somewhere in between; which was just perfect for me to feel better being there.

In July, I made myself to be trouble when he had invited me to break fast with his secondary classmates. I made them wait for nothing just because I was angry at him; I blamed him for making me not want to attend the gathering, even when it was my fault to have came late.

In June, he made me laugh by making a fool out of himself, and for noticing my little flaws. As usual, he listened to what had made me upset. He watched a movie with me to cheer me up, no matter how late it had gotten.

In May, he let go of my mistake from a month before. It had been unforgivable, and still is, but he decided to drop it and began trusting me again. When I neglected him, he kept quiet; when all the people I thought were my friends ditched me, he didn't hesitate to rush to my side.

In April, I made that mistake. I kept it from him, and when he found out, I was the one who got angry. I put him under stress, but he forgave me and came back again for me. At the end of it, he told me he realised how much I meant to him. I did not deserve such kindness, but he had thought I was worth all of his.

In March, he set aside an entire day for me. He brought me to his turf, the park where he'd cycled, the stadium where he'd jogged. Afterwards, he followed me explore the Northern area of the purple line. He was exhausted, but he kept a straight face the entire day to entertain me and make me happy.

In February, he came over to my workplace to give me a surprise visit; he had came all the way to Pasir Ris from Woodlands, only for 15 minutes before having to go again. I thought he was meeting me again after work; when I'd ended only to find out he wasn't fetching me, and that he was at Woodlands, I got angry at him and did not thank him for the surprise visit. He forgave me.

In January, he found me. He begged me to stop whatever I had gotten myself into in the year before; he tried to persuade me he cared so much for me, that he would never give up on me, even though he just knew me.

And he never did. He never gave up on me since then.

Thank you for everything you have done for me in 2013. Thank you for giving me the chance to do things for you, things I've never done for anyone else. Thank you for forgiving me for all my mistakes in the year, no matter how badly I have hurt you. I'm sorry for my carelessness and lack of gratitude, and for writing so little under your name in my 2013 post.