call it dumb, call it luck, call it love or whatever you call it but everywhere i go i keep his picture in my wallet like here..

This was the beginning. In the beginning there were no expectations, no rules, no habits. It was spontaneous, new, exciting. It was mutual. No expectations. Not knowing what was next was so thrilling to me. He fit my life perfectly, and my life was the epitome of uncertainty and impulsiveness. All I knew was that I liked him, and whatever is meant to be would be.

I've been sitting here for a good thirty minutes, writing and editing the perfect blog entry for today. I wrote about our future, I wrote about my love for him, I wrote funny anecdotes, experiences, dreams, fights, and various lessons I've learned. And I realized no pointless blog entry can summarize it. I love Shaun Pamintuan. And thanks to immense amounts of PDA everyone knows it. End of story.

xx, loveLC

"He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry. He’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy who is perfect for you." — Bob Marley