Sweet, Sweeter and Sweetest

He says…

She is sweet when she smiles,
Sweeter when she laughs,
Sweetest when she cries of joy.

She says,

He is sweet when he mould me,
Sweeter when he lets me learns myself,
Sweetest when he never interferes me being me.

He says,

She is sweet when she is being nice,
Sweeter when she does something nice,
Sweetest when she is just herself.

She says,

He is sweet when he realize I’m troubled,
Sweeter when somehow discovers it,
Sweetest when he is behind all the help I received and never knew about it.

He says,

She is sweet when she saves me a seat,
Sweeter when she exchanges lunch,
Sweetest when she lets me have all her chocolate cake just because it is my favorite.

She says,

He is sweet when he gets me a pair of new shoes,
Sweeter when he massages my sore foot,
Sweetest when he sweeps me off my feet.

He says,

She is sweet when she motivates,
Sweeter when she takes actions,
Sweetest when she does neither and just listens.

She says,

He is sweet when he tutored me History,
Sweeter when he wished my luck for exams,
Sweetest when he pulled my ears for scoring a mark lesser than him.

He says,

She is sweet when she is brave,
Sweeter when she is strong-willed,
Sweetest when she breaks down on my shoulder.

She says,

He is sweet when he stood up for me,
Sweeter when he defended me,
Sweetest when he broke the nose of the idiot who broke my heart.

He says,

She is sweet when she gets me something to eat,
Sweeter when she tries to force-feed me,
Sweetest when she refuses to eat until I do.

She says,

He is sweet when he surprises me,
Sweeter when he wells up tears in my eyes,
Sweetest when he gets busted trying to surprise me.

He says,

She is sweet when she cherishes my good side,
Sweeter when she accepts my bad side,
Sweetest when she puts up with both.

She says,

He is sweet when he offered to be my best friend,
Sweeter when he offered to be my date,
Sweetest when he offered to be my soul mate.

He says,

She is sweet when she felt like a no one,
Sweeter when she became my someone,
Sweetest when she realized she is the one.

She says,

He is sweet when he knelt on a knee,
Sweeter when he showed me the wedding ring,
Sweetest when proposed using a microphone, on our convocation stage in the plain view of more than a thousand people.

He says,

She is sweet when she is in love with me,
Sweeter when she loved me all over again,
Sweetest when she repeatedly loves me.

She says,

He is sweet when he got all anxious about his first cooking,
Sweeter when he tried to improve his cooking skills,
Sweetest when he slaps my shoulder and tells me to get on with his dishes.

He says,

She is sweet when she has some make-up on,
Sweeter when she dresses up,
Sweetest when she is covered with dirt while helping me with gardening.

She says,

He is sweet when he held my hand during childbirth,
Sweeter when he held our baby’s hand as she grew up,
Sweetest when he gave our little girl’s hand over to her groom.

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An old gentleman made his way slowly through the tombstones with a walking stick on his right hand and a bunch of flowers on his left, closely followed by his 10 year old granddaughter. Soon, they reached a white marbled tomb stone.

“Sorry, I’m late sweetheart,” he said brightly at the tomb stone. He bent down, placed the flowers on her grave and with some difficulty and help from his granddaughter, he staggered up to his feet. He watched his granddaughter place a card on her grave. He stared at the grave and recited,

“You are sweet when you are patient, sweeter when you never complain about it, sweetest when you stay here all year for the next flowers.”

Standing silently for a minute, he blew a flying kiss and limped away aided by his granddaughter. The gentle wind carried the words of her soul…

“You are sweet when you remember my death anniversary, sweeter when you accepted my death and life goes on, sweetest when you never shed a tear at my grave.”

The rustle of the wind pushed the card placed on her grave a little wider, revealing a scrawl…

“Dear grandma,

You were sweet when you grew up with grandpa, sweeter when you grew a family with mummy, sweetest when you grew old with me.

We miss you.”







P/S: You are sweet when you smiled reading this, sweeter when you were thinking of someone all this while, sweetest when you go tell them about it.