Hey You ❤️

I made this little corner of the internet just for us. It's like a scrapbook but with less glue and more pixels. Scroll down for a surprise (and maybe a few laughs).

Dear Ella,

I thought about writing something poetic… but who are we kidding? I'm more of a "laugh-at-my-own-jokes" kind of guy. So here we go...

From Manila's traffic (which is a love language all on its own) to Boracay sunsets that made us look like travel influencers (minus the budget), every moment with you feels like I'm winning at life. Even your family makes me feel like I belong—though I'm still convinced they like me for my snacks.

You have this way of making everything better, whether it's a simple day or one filled with sand in weird places. I could never thank you enough for showing up and just… being you. The you that laughs at my bad jokes, eats like we're in a food contest, and holds my hand even when I forget the directions.

This page? It's just a tiny reflection of the biggest thing in my life—you. Love you, always.

Yours (yes, forever),
Harold