It's been four years...
Yeah I know, too long enough to know every inch of you.
How you walk, the way you talk, the foods you love to eat, clothes you'd like to wear, the things that will definitely make you mad, the clumsiness that I've been doing but will surely put you into a smile then end up to a laughter.
I've known you for so long...
More than nine years I guess.
Five years of being my frienemy and four years of being my boyfriend/ enemy.
You've seen me in my happiest moments and even in my worst days.
Both skinny when we started our relationship but look at us now, my chubby cheeks and your layers of fats...ohh well, looks like we've been enjoying each other's company.
I may not be the perfect girlfriend, you may not be the sweetest boyfriend but who cares?
You don't need a perfect girl, I don't need a sweet/ cheesy guy either.
We just need each other and our imperfections to perfectly fit together.
Happy four years of eating a nonstop versions of my adobo (don't worry I'll try sinigang and kare-kare next time)
Four years of experiencing my PMS and those grrrr moments.
Four years of hugs and kisses.
Four years of discoveries...
and counting, we'll still be counting together.
