"I can feel the fresh mist of air called L.O.V.E." -Maristel

He calls me "baby"... I call him "bee"...
Eewwness me...
Do I really have to be this sweet... Sweet more in a way - that's not me...
Terms of endearment thingies...
Well, more about him on my blog...

Guess, just missed him tonight. He's on his way exploring islands and sands of Waikiki and now's just my time to remember and thought of him...

Hehe... Is this really me? I don't think so... Guess, I'm now more open for a relationship na... That might be the "THING" I've been missing all this time... Now, doors and windows are open for I can feel the fresh mist of air called L.O.V.E.