I had asked him many times why he stayed, and he always said the same thing: “Because I love you, and I wanted to, and I knew you were in there.” No matter how damaged I had been, he had loved me enough to still see me somewhere inside.
Never-ending adventures and buhay baboy meals 😂😊
So much stories to share :D
It already is. I trust you :)
and sometimes I still wonder why you chose me :/ :)
I love when we’re driving in your car and you hold my hand in yours. I love when we have endless conversations about life, love and everything else in between. I love when we talk about our past with different people, insecurities set aside. I love it more when we talk about our future, together. I love when you turn my frown upside down and wipe my tears away. I love when I ramble on and when all the words are done tumbling out of my mouth you smile and say ‘I love listening to you talk’. I love when we’re watching serials together in bed and you suddenly say ‘You look so cute, just like that’. I love when you kiss my forehead. Most of all, I just love when I’m with you.
I love this. It’s like from the moment we see each other, there is constant laughter and sarcasm and commentary. We never run out of things to talk about, yet sitting in silence is just as good. I’m completely comfortable with you. You’re different. With you it’s like an automatic haven. I feel fully and completely safe with you. Oh, and this stupid smile that’s always across my face, that’s a plus too.