Love is a battlefield. It's either you accept defeat or you fight. And loving someone means loving all his or her flaws too. It is accepting what he may give or not. Loving is fighting for what is not perfect.
It isn't about feeling comfortable at all, it is about achieving real happiness. And I think that statement exist on the corners of this apartment at kung saan man namin bubuohin ang pamilyang ito.
"You're so beautiful. I love you baby." He tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. Napayakap nalang ako kay Xeno, ganun din naman siya sakin. Ngayon ko lang ulit siya nayakap ng ganito and ngayon lang din kami muling nagtabi sa higaan.
Nakakapagtaka kung bakit sobrang lamig ng panahon kahit summer naman. Napasilip ako sa bintana. It's raining hard. Hinila lang tuloy ako ni Xeno
