A year and 5 months later

 ...And I am still so whipped. It's actually been two-and-a-half years since I've been in love with this man (and one year of that was, I thought, one-sided). From the Crocs-wearing boy who was struggling with his thesis, you're now an amazing young professional with a more amazing way of handling yourself. You've certainly gone a long way and it's all up, up, and away. Even though we fight when we don't get what we want, I always want to be with you and knowing you'll be there for me every year of my life is enough. I'm too much in love with you that it hurts sometimes (rak na itu), but it's okay. I can't contain the feels. You are amazingly handsome in every way-- in the way you look, in the way you talk, in the way you always protect me, in the way that you're always a gentleman and in the way you work your hardest. 

I still get so kilig when we're just sitting somewhere (on a bench, in a jeep, at home, in church) and we just hold hands. And it started there. Gosh. I'm rambling. 

Look, all I know is, I love you, and I decided to love you no matter what. It'll never change. We are end game. ;-)