No blog from me today, this is a special post written by one of my closest friend, B...she wrote this for nothing, she just felt writing something sweet about their love story... :)
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What are you eating, he asked. ReBel bar, I replied. Funny that it started with that simple error from me that had followed a lot more unacceptable mispronounced words- still, he had managed to correct me and smile at me back.
It's been 20 months of thousands of fights, window shopping for shoes together, pigging out, fighting on who'll decide where to go, what to watch and what to eat, sleeping, and secretly looking at each other's phones.
I realized the other day after my dinner with R on why I love him, It's not entirely on what we share in common but most on the differences we have. I often care on what people might feel and say about the things that I do. He doesn't care hearing negative things from people. I love chick flicks. He prefers to avoid them. I'm addicted to pictures. He couldn't care less. I hate coke, especially those bought in Mcdo. He loves coke, talking about McDonald's coke. I love cheesy stuff. He can't stand them.I love going to the mall and watch people as they run on sale. He prefers to stay home and watch dvd and more. Don't we just hate ourselves for being the worst couple? No- we're still in tact, very much in love.
I love it. That we can openly be honest with each other. That we already have these games that we play together when we're alone. That every after fight, there are realizations and forgiveness. I love the fact that I knew it would always be him. It just has to be. No one gets me better but him.
I know what we have is different. And that's what makes it great.
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