You're still the one.

I saw “FOREVER” the moment I’ve look into your eyes.

The moment we held hands.

The moment our lips touched.

But shit happens.

After all the hurtful words thrown, the tearful nights and the pain I’ve been through, you’re still the one who owns my heart.

You’re still the one.

I still see you as the one who would kiss me when the priest says, “You may kiss the bride.”

I still see you as the one who would hold my hand while I’m giving birth.

I still see you as the one who would be nervously holding my first born baby.

I still see you as the one whom I’d hold hands with when I’m old.

I still see you as the one who would cry when I die.

You’re still the one I believe in.