NOT YOUR IDEAL MAN: ON-GOING
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"She's my Moon, and i will never leave her until the Sun came up. She's an Angel, im her Sky. She would never feel homeless. Because she have me, that She can call her HOME."
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"He's not the man of my dream, not my type. And yes, HE'S NOT MY IDEAL MAN. Because he's more than the Man i want. The man who exudes more of what true love is. He's more than i ask for."
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"Im not Her type. And i can't be the man who she want me to be. Im not perfect, but at least. I can give her the love what she really deserve. I will love her even it will cost a life.. I would never get tire of loving you. You're the oxygen living in my body. I can't live without you."
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"I thought i couldn't learn to love you. But here it is. And i will love you deeper without any regrets. I always do wrapp you in my arms. And we can share the same feeling.."
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"You're the Moon and I am your, Selenophile.."
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"I love you too.."
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Paano nga ba natin maipag lalaban ang pag ibig na noong una'y inakala nating pang habang buhay na ang saya?
Love is a mess.
It can bring us to Hell, feels like unending pain.
Burning our soul.
Drowning in tears.
But ONE THING IS.
LOVE can also heal us.
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