No labels in contact name, nothing fancy. we argue , we fight, yes. we're not afraid of each others skeleton in closet. we live in our own skin without pretensions, we don't apologize for who we are.
we have flaws, but amidst imperfection lies acceptance and hope and faith and trust. Relationships are hardened by battles overcome. no sugar coated shit with cold heart, but sweet victory of pure love.
Maturity sets us apart to those who falter in times of adversities. When everything seems to crumble into ruins we hold hands and stick together.
Nothing sweeter than that..
Typus & Pipig