It’s quarter to 11pm and all I can think about is how much you’ve made me fall even more in love with you today. This morning, we started off on the wrong foot, which you so gladly made up for throughout the rest of the day. It was amazing. You knew exactly what words to say, what actions to make. And your eyes, oh you’re just getting me started.
Today, I just had the most romantic date with you. It was during the afternoon, when we decided to walk to my favorite village restaurant where they served delicious homemade merienda. It was a family thing, really. Dad would take me and my brother out for a snack if he wanted to spend more time with us and mom would have meals taken out so she could bring them every time she visited us at home.
But then there’s you, someone living 13,000 miles away from me, would go all the way to my place, to walk with me and treat me with anything that I want. Gosh, what did I do to deserve you? The entire afternoon (and evening) was spent on talking about each other, learning a little more about our personal lives. I loved knowing more about you, only because I just kept falling in love with you… over and over again (deeper every time, as usual).
I hate it when you look me in the eyes. You give me that tingly feeling. It gets me all blushy and stuff. Every day you just win me over, don’t you ever get tired of that?
If 13 year-old me were to look at my life right now, she’d be so proud that I was able to find somebody who would treat me the way I deserve to be treated; with love, care, and respect. She would be so happy that I have finally found a man that I would want to spend the rest of my life with – with no hesitation whatsoever. I finally found someone who would pull back my seat, give me the first bite, and of course, the last piece. He would treat me for ice cream and would buy me marshmallows by surprise. He doesn’t mind taking long walks under the scorching sun, or wait in line with me as I get a treat for my maids who I love so much. I love him, and I don’t know how this day could get even better.
I don’t need a cheesy book plot or a movie romance. I don’t need a ‘white boy’, a prep boy, an athlete, a nerd, a geek, a douche, a muchacho (haha). I need him. I need the guy who ALWAYS cuts his nails before visiting my place, loves wearing those loose gray shorts, constantly seems to always be on too much of a hurry to put gel, SAYS HE’S FAT even though he’s dressed in front of me and I can clearly say HE ISN’T (he kinda sounds like a girl when he says he does), never gets tired of telling me how beautiful I am (even though at most times, I argue with him), and loves me unconditionally – and would never fail to remind me and make me feel so.
If this were a dream, I would wish to never wake up. If this were a movie, then please, do not let the credits roll just yet. If this were a book, I hope God may write more chapters. But this is my life, and I wish to spend it with you.