Two years and counting, I see your right hand attempting to grab mine without further permission, because I still won't let you hold my left hand without prior disinfection since you're not as hygienic as I am. You're going to make you own lyrics to pop songs and annoy me as f*ck by doing that. You're going to pretend as if you're not listening when I talk about makeup. You will fall asleep on me while I'm talking to you over the phone or thru text. We both turn on the TV at the same time and you're going to force me to watch Nat Geo or Discovery Channel even though I'm watching my favorite show. Our escalator/"escalavator" rides would not be complete without you going up a step, pretending as if you're taller than me and ask "paano kung ganito ako katangkad?" I still won't answer you. We're going to enter buffet restaurants with our heads held high and walk out from it with our stomachs upset.

I know you don't know me well but that's how I keeping on loving you. To you more than anyone would I still want to remain a stranger because I want you to never stop chasing me. I want you to figure out up until the day our fingers are all wrinkly what's inside my tinkerbell notebook, because I will not dare tell you ten years soon. No, I don't want to tell you everything just yet because it makes us quite polar. Too much of everything is destructive so let's keep everything minimal and we'll keep on getting more mutual day by day. ;)

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