April 08, 2010.

That's the first time that you ever told me that you're in love with me for the longest time.

Two is definitely better than one, babe. You got me believing that now (:

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"I can find my way to the mrt station myself, you know... You don't have to send me there. Go hoooomee and rest please?"
"Nooo...I want to send you there. At least it gives me a reason to hold your hand."

I don't care about any impending doom that's about to come or not. All I know is that all I have is now, right this moment. And at this moment, I have him. I'm not going to worry about things that have yet to happen because I don't even know whether or not they're gonna happen.

But the main reason as to why I couldn't care less about anything else right now is because I love him. I really do.

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I make falling in love sound like such a bad thing.

Maybe it is.

I'd actually said it all out loud.
I'd actually said that I love you.
That's one screwed up thing to say.
If that's not enough, here's another.
I'd actually said that I'm in love with you.

What's worse than 'screwed up'?

Catastrophic? Disastrous? Absolute mayhem?

Yeah, maybe that would be it if I'd actually say all of that to you.

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