Haha! I just read my 2 year old reply on this thread.

We were living together last month til he went to Korea (going back Feb.) and I moved back to Manila. We have been living together for about 2 and a half years already.
My parents know. Or at least, that one time they visited me, we had a three bedroom apartment, and they knew we had separate rooms. (yeah, right.)
We've moved 5 times already, and the last one was a studio apartment, where we experienced what my friends called "cabin fever".
-- We just fought a lot, and my friends we're urging us to go out because there's too much of just us just being with each other that it's tearing us apart... and they we're really bad, intense fights.
We'd take breaks and times apart, until we decided to leave the place for a while to cool our heads off. He goes to Korea, I go to Manila and HK. We're still together, though. LDR. Just having the needed vacation.
When I went back to our place to gather my stuff, and I stayed there for a week, It was so f*****g depressing. It's like I couldn't function in that apartment without him. It was so hard to sleep, and I had to sleep with all the lights on and I had to have a movie playing while I slept., and music playing all day, just for noise.
I think that's the time when I remember thinking to myself -- I really can't live without this guy.
Actually, no. it was the time when I got there -- after he left, and I found all my laundry cleaned and folded nicely, and that he left his favorite (MY favorite) shirt tucked in between my clothes on purpose.
Wala lang. This thread just reminded me of things I took for granted while I was living with him. I'm not saying everyone should do it, but having to experience something like that was a great thing for us.