The whirlwind romance (or more accurately, the fling that never got to be a fling because we got too serious and went ahead and became a couple without knowing much about each other but it's all good because we're in love [at least I think she's in love too])
I never was any good at writing. I just have a flair for stringing pretty-sounding words together. Really, the only thing I do here is type in what comes to my head, and most of the things I put out are pure, unedited and grammatically inconsistent. But please humor me, and listen to the things I'm gonna tell you right now.
June 4 2010 was the date when I picked her up from Jollibee Dapitan. It was the first time we got to be together, alone. She sent me a text (or Facebook'd me, I forget which) telling me that she was bored and wanted to go by my house. We've been dicking around as friends for the past year, by the way. I've been stalking your Facebook profile (oh, how our generation has devolved), because frankly, I didn't remember much of her, of how we got to be online 'friends', where I met her, all that shit. But then time passed and we started talking more, exchanging flirty PMs left and right, me trying to get to know her better, her trying to push me away (I guess).
All that mindless digital flirting was leading nowhere. I guess I never really did take it seriously (turns out, neither did you). But then, one very un-sober night in a very cold computer shop, I popped a question into her PM box.
No, not really. But I'm serious, I'm asking you right now, will you be my girl?
I guess it started at that. I was actually chatting with another girl at the time, a girl I was chasing after seriously, but then I picked up my phone and called that girl.
Hey ***, ayoko na manligaw sayo.
And that was the end of that. I am a slut, I know. But had I not done that, I never would've chased after her seriously. Her, meaning... her. Still with me?
Aaaanyway. One thing led to another and the next moment I found her and me in my bed, cuddling. Then I asked her the question.
Kelan mo ba talaga ako sasagutin?
And we kissed. And everything snowballed from there.
Now here we are, a year and a half later. We've been through... I dunno. For me, it's a lot because it's the only relationship I've had that didn't last for two months (cause I'm a pimp like dat). We've been through fights, breakups, countless sorrys (mostly from me), fuckups (again, mostly from me), rewind and replays, fun times, times when my bipolar self took over and gave you a hard time, times when I didn't recognize myself anymore, times when you were being difficult, times when everything was hard, times when everything was beautiful, times when we were beyond infinity, times when...
But I stopped counting the time.
I stopped counting the time because I wish it would stop. Whatever we have now, it's beautiful. Sure, it's not perfect. We're not perfect. She's totally not the Miss Universe that every guy dreams about, she doesn't have a contour bottle figure, she has a nose that you might miss if you don't look hard enough, she has messy hair, she has teeth that grow all over the place, she has a temper that might spark any second, she's stubborn, she's difficult.
But I learned to love everything about her. Faults or no, I'm taking... no, I took her for who she is. I'm not really asking to change her or anything. I'm ready to be the one to adjust, if anything. I just love her like that. I don't know, is it love, really? No one really knows what love is. It's just a word we use, right?
But for me, I found love in her. Looking into her pretty eyes, I can see the universe... my universe inside of it. The past, present, future, the infinite worlds that she and I can discover, will discover, even if it takes us an eternity and a half.
Why am I so confident about this? Why am I not scared at all that she really might not be the one?
Because there is no one else I would rather have as my partner. There is no one else I would rather have as a girlfriend. There is no one else I would rather have as a lover, there is no one else I would rather have forever.
I have no idea what goes on inside her mind. I don't know if she's plotting another breakup or anything, but I cling on to a faith that never wavered, even for a tiny bit. I lost faith, but it never left. I was the one who got lost. Now that I've found my way back, there's no going back for me.
Perhaps you people might say, hey, chill man, don't pour yourself out for her too much. I'll say, nothing. Nothing at all. Because trust... well, trust is all I have. I trust in her, I hope she trusts in me, too. And that's all that matters in a relationship.
This thing we have now, it's not perfect. But it's damn near perfect for me.
Happy 18th, Cora Angeline. I'm calling you by your proper name because it's FORMAL. Heh.
I forgot the three words I was supposed to... oh yeah.