1, 000 Things I Hate About You

You want your own Chemistry Lab.

You think of ways to turn a bad night around.

You sat with us and stayed even if your friends were on another table.

You dream of building a Bar-slash-Record Store-slash-Bookstore and your own apartment on top.

You notice when I'm not around.

You're always happy to see me.

You called to tell me the good news.

You go to boring shows with me and make it un-boring.

You're just as fascinated with space as I am.

You tell me stories about your past.

You remember the nonsense stuffs I tell you.

You willingly and unhesitatingly rolled on the floor with me. 

You are Holden Caulfield (minus the smoking).

You're a self-professed sucker for romantic comedies.

You remind me what a phone is for.

You speak two native dialects, fluent Filipino and English, a little French and a little Japanese. (If you speak a little Spanish, I will love you forever and ever.)

You equal my excitement for my birthday.