Right now, where I’d be thinking how I got to be so damn lucky to have met such a beautiful person like him in my life. They say, I must be grateful for guy like you, is hard to find nowadays. You never possess any control in my life where you’re letting me breath, freely, living the life I always wanted to live. You understand me the most. You don’t do jealous(tho it honestly drives me nuts most of the times) but I don’t mind anymore for your trustworthiness is what keeps us together until this moment. Tho i never seem to understand or trust you but you’re both so strong and kind to fully understand that. I’ve grown to learn that money can buy many things like peace of mind, comfort, status, and anything that you could ever think of except for happiness. My happiness comes from you, mostly. I wish to be someone like you, who talks less but listen more, who works hard and play less, who always reminds me of the future and never be satisfied with the present, who encourages but never surrender, and who loves me unconditionally and selflessly. You’re too amazing to be true. I’d crave for your positivity. You’re one in a million baby. You’d correct me if I’m wrong. Your love endures the true hardship yet you never surrender. I wasn’t looking for anything when I found you, and somehow it made me question myself, was I ever ready to be loved again. Ready or not, here I am, loving this perfect guy Ive ever met in my whole life for 8 years now. I don’t think anyone is ever ready for love, but you make me feel alive again and it’s kinda worth the risk. I have him. I have that guy that would sacrifice anything for me. That guy who genuinely scared of losing me. That’s him. That’s my boy. My love.