'Aileen' is a twenty-something Filipina blogger from the Philippines who is happily taken ♥ and living life at its best.
Born and raised in Batanes, she is currently a DNSB (digital-nomad-superwoman-blogger), a traveler at most, and a wild spirit come weekends.
She likes lazying around, traveling, eating different cuisines, writing nonsense as well as those with sense, being weird, laughing ridiculously, city lights, partying, blah blah blah. And she is very much in love with Jonas ♥
She is interested in fashion, music, arts, desserts, internet, dancing, sleeping, and singing. And oh, she misses Batanes with a passion. ★ To read more about her story, go here: [ click ]
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I still remember that grand feeling of having someone who finds me beautiful right from the moment that they have seen me. The whole of me. In and out. In and out. “Beautiful”. That word makes me shudder. And that look on someone’s face when they gaze at me… it’s an attraction so strong, so intense, so raw; that it just can’t be missed. As time passes by, compliments of how beautiful I could be to their eyes would often be heard, felt, and tasted by my senses. I am called and seen as beautiful by someone. Someone special. Beautiful is a strong word. And I become thankful. I float. Slowly, and then bit by bit, with shuddering emotions of love and admiration, until it explodes so beautifully right within me.
That kind of feeling and attention from another… oh, how I long, miss, yearn and crave from someone so, soooo, greatly.