S*mmy

I used to think that he was my true love. I thought he loved me and nobody will ever do the same again.

Until I met Winston. It was not the first day I experienced love. But it’s after being in a shitty rebound relationship for 4 months with him, then the love spiked.

What does my true love mean? My definition is that despite complaining and being pissed with my immaturity, Winston never failed trying to do the best he can, in order to please me.

We are only together for 6 months but I felt as if it’s 2 years.

For every relationship I hope they will be the last, and this time is no exception. I will cherish and won’t let go of W, because not many people will wake up earlier to make breakfast for their partner. (And I’m not talking about the initial few months or the honeymoon period.)