He showed up at my door at 8pm, Friday night, not scheduled, not planned. I heard someone at the door going hello. Familiar. I half-ran, half-floated to him and kissed him after closing the door behind me. If it were not for the railing, we would have fallen to the first floor. Mr. Hunbun – in Cebu. And he looked goood.
I cleared all my schedules that weekend. Hunhun and I were all over the city and each other. Since he has been gone, I know…
….because being together in Cebu is different compared to being in Cagayan.
….because even in a room full of people in Waterfront – in Timezone – in Ayala, I’d still manage to find him right away. Stare at his back. His eyes.
….because I didn’t know putting up a shade against your window will give you the best view.
….because having chocolate smeared on your lips is impressive daw.
….because a person can have the world just by holding a toddler’s hand.
….because beneath his gentle veneer he can still yell at all five kids and make them shut up all at once.
….because if he did that to me, I-I’d s-shut u-up t-too.
….because he is a smartass.
….because he is my smartass.
….because I told him I risk him and he claims risk is his and mine’s heart.
….because just now I’m telling him I heart him.
….because I just learned to appreciate the dogma No Pain, No Gain coming from the mouth of a kid.
….because no matter how much he makes me lose weight he still hearkens to my food cravings.
….because he also has a surprisingly sweet tooth which made his mom go Tsk, tsk .
….because he always claims he doesn’t want to eat – but if you shove him a spoonful, he’d open his mouth.
….because suddenly I’m wearing conservative clothes when I’m with him.
….because waking up on top of him gives him weirrrd dreams.
….because there is still another girl.
….because I shouldn’t be jealous.
….because there is no other girl.
….because dancing with him at Loft makes me want to take him home right away.
….because I have a new LLS. Hello, Eric Benet.
….because it’s HIS BIRTHDAY today.
….because I won’t be able to hand him what I really want to give.
….because I just realized I don’t know his shoe size, waistline, whatever.
….because what I really want to give is a candle on top of a cake greeting.
….because he deserves everything.
….because I can’t be resourceful enough to send him anything.
….because he’d rather have icing on my chest.
….because I care if he has been eating well or sleeping well.
….because he is one big f*r* factory. =)
….because I’m counting again the days till I see him again.
Happy Birthday RACES MASHTO LOOSEV.. my anagram.
He probably looked like the Garfield sketch I had on my wall by now. *hik*