Love is something that lasts. Something real to hold and grasp. Something we can hold on to in this fast-paced world.

My fairytale started when I started this blog. A few days later on actually. February 2005. You can read all the anxiety attacks I had, all the fretting, to how we started, on the phone and in text messages. I was in my element, blanketed by this cyber world of mine. I was unable to be good in real life. And he taught me to live again. Outside of my shelter. And so I did, I lived. I survived. I had fun. I just regret I let go of this blog.

Now that I have my own laptop and I'm here now with wireless internet connection in our house, I could blog as much as I want to. For my real life, it goes on. Now my blog is here for me to share my life, my happiness. A scrapbook of my life and how I have it all, living it and cherishing every moment.

In Philosophy, we can never live in the past for then instead of living in the present, the past is living ours in the now. We cannot worry about the future because of living in the present, we worry about the future and the present can be no more and we find ourselves in the future of yesterday's future.  We can only live in the present. Because we are forever in the present. The past is something we can only look back to, the future to look forward to and the present is the now.

  Our love is true. Persevering, everlasting..