I glance at you and feel CONTENT, like when I check a project's cash flow & I am satisfied with its funds management.
If my contented feeling were a physical sensation, it would be like I am lightly but fully swaddled in cashmere softness in cold NYC. If my feeling were a color, it would be light blue; like the view over the clouds outside a plane flying in early morning hours. On a scale of 1 to 10, my contented feeling is an 8; since I have a chromosome of cynicism.
If my contented feeling were something in nature, it would be the champaca trees when in full bloom; that scent our entire house on all levels, in all rooms. It is unbelievable, how upon entering the gates, the scent embraces you.
If my contented feeling were an image, it would be a lot of horizontally aligned numbers in a bank Book/certificate/Account Summary.
Using a shared memory to describe my contented feeling, it would be like how we feel when just the 2 of us decide how much to close a bid that required a lot of work from our staff and consultants, and ourselves of course; and we strongly feel it is a winning bid. That though another company may beat our bid, we remain confident we all did our best; and that is only as far low we 2 want to go.
I love you, so long as you stay the way you are since God threw a bathtub at me but you are the one that got knocked off by the bigger epiphany, in 2006. That's as far as I can go; since you have used up the quotas of patience, forgiveness, & acceptance I have for you.
God be with you, and keep you safe always.
With all my love,
Chabelli (kasi chubby daw ako after our NYC trip).