I used to hate BAD looking men. U know? Robin Padilla type. A guy who smokes, drinks, goes home late. I hate it when a man has beard. I want a fresh-looking man.
My man? Yes, he smokes. Most of the time, he drinks more than his limit. He goes home late and has a beard. I never imagined myself dating a man like him…
…this bad looking man who knows my fears, my desires, my dreams and my past. The man I could talk to for hours without getting bored. The man I could tell everything without judging me. The man I used to hate, is now the man Im about to spend the rest of my life with. :)
Credits: Louie Morabe
