truth be told, I've been one hella lucky bitch. I didn't look for love, hell I already lost the idea of what love is. was. I didn't see myself being tied down in a relationship. in other words, i was anti-love. but guess what ? love happened. love looked for me and i willingly succumbed.
after 22 years of existence, it's safe to say I've found my other. I know what you're thinking. oh what do I know about love. I haven't even been in a relationship. this is my first ever but it just can't be explained in words. words are underrated compared to the feelings I get every time I'm with joe. I guess he's what I can say ice to my johnnie walker ;-)
I've never seen someone so tolerating of my foul temper, someone who guides me along my pathetic little life, someone who stays up with me till dawn even tho he's dead tired just to hear me whine and cry and yak about nothings. someone who'll be so disappointed like a dad\mom would when I smoke, someone who always places me atop of others, someone who makes me smile just by looking. I don't know how I should say this but sometimes when I see him so serious reading the papers or writing, I get hit by a thought so fierce that dang, I can spend my whole life with this man.
i know I've never experienced true love. my dating history isn't very bountiful but from the guys I've met and aquatinted, I'm safe to say joe is the best for me.
joe is the father I never had, joe is the silent shadow that'll always be beside me no matter where my mood takes me, joe's the wise old soul that lectures me when I wander out of track, he's someone I want to spend my life with and this one lifetime alone will never be enough.
