I just got home from a vacation in my boyfriend’s city.
He celebrated his birthday last Wednesday and I surprised him by arriving a day earlier. Well, he wasn’t exactly surprised because he sensed that I would be arriving sooner.
The party was amazing and I met most of his relatives who were very kind to me. It was a very fun and amazing birthday. The days after were very memorable that I almost didn’t want to go back home.
On the day of our parting, we went swimming with his family and played a few pool games. He gained a few pounds and was able to carry me around that time. Fun times.
It was an amazing experience and I hope his family enjoyed having me around. It was as if he had a whole week for his birthday.
My family and I went to my father’s province to attend the funeral of my grandfather’s sister. It was really memorable because I got too see my relatives from other places who I only had the chance to meet once or twice before the funeral. It was a massive event and I bet my grandfather’s sister was looking down at us from heaven with a smile on her face.
It was sooo hot in the province and I’m a bit unwell because a crazy cough just decided to happen. I’ve been drinking lots of water but nothing’s happening. Ugh.
Basically, I’m back in my city and enjoying the chilly air. I’ll soon be going to my boyfriend’s city for his birthday. Yay!
It’s good to be back.
Fingers on my hand could not count how many times you’ve made me laugh my throat out and how much I would miss it when we’re apart.
"I love you so much." Words that couldn’t sum everything up but serve their purpose anyway. Makes me feel assured and loved.
The senses I use to appreciate your existence and every part of you that I’ve known - seeing your smile, hearing your voice, smelling your identifying scent, tasting your delectable lips, and feeling your heartbeat. Each beat reminds me of every “I love you” that I received from you.
Minutes of silence after every fight and misunderstanding would be a gateway to remember all the happy moments we had and these would drown all the sadness away.
Months with you have made me feel complete. I became me again. With you, everything is perfect.
Today marks our sixth month as a couple.
Imagine that. We’ve been through a lot but we managed to stay together for six mind-boggling months. We rarely see each other for the past few months but I think communication is really the key. We text each other a lot. Like A LOT.
It’s his birthday next month and I am making something special. Maybe you guys have something to suggest. I’m not really good at giving guys presents because I find it hard to look for stuff that they’d like.
I’m just happy for today.
They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. They say that breakfast gives you energy for the rest of the day.
I wake up at noon.
Maybe that’s why my brain starts to have its own way in the middle of the day. Maybe it’s also the reason why my Math abilities are suddenly going down the drain.
I’m trying to change my routine because I know that staying up late isn’t good for a person. I mean, there are some articles on the internet that say staying up late lessens the functional capacity of the brain or something like that. Uh-oh.
Well, a certain someone decided to always tell me to eat breakfast and wake up early. Maybe my morning grumpiness would go away if I start to eat breakfast more often he says.
Thinking about it, that would be nice. It would be good for me too. Maybe I’ll look forward to more breakfasts with him if I do just that.
Maybe I’ll just start on our first breakfast together.
This photo reminds me of my 18th birthday - that small step that introduces you to adulthood.
My understanding of adulthood when I was a kid is that grown ups would be in their office for the day, do paperwork, then leave for their homes and have time for themselves.
Now that I am a graduate from college, I have realized that adulthood means facing your responsibilities. Being an adult means having to face the dragon with the sword and shield that you have worked hard on. Your victory would depend on your skill and your weapons so you have to mold them right. I think same goes through with responsibilities. You have to hone your skills and apply them as to survive work and, probably, life.
Here I am, talking about something serious while it’s pouring outside. Rain makes me gloomy and really emotional.
I just hope I have the guts to face my responsibilities.
It’s been a month since I’ve seen him. This long-distance relationship thing really tests my patience. I don’t even know where I’ve been digging all the patience I have now.
He had errands to run so he went to my city where our school is located. We had an itty bitty chance to talk because he had to fix school-related things. He also had to rush because he has work tomorrow and he had to go back to his city this afternoon. Kinda sucks.
On the bright side, I had the chance to see him again. I had the chance to look into his eyes. I had the chance to embrace him like a koala. I had the chance to kiss him again. Most importantly, I had the chance to hear his voice again which I was starting to forget.
It would be another month before we’d see each other again. Time to dig another spot and unravel more patience.
Space could help a person think about things that mean a lot. For me, however, space could utterly affect how I feel about a person. It’s like slowly dragging the air out of me until I am hard up breathing.
A million kilometers away is a long way. Each step I take couldn’t cover the distance that easily. I am willing to sacrifice to decrease the distance between me and a person, if that person means a lot.
The distance just pulls us further apart.
I believe in us though. That’s what I’m holding on to. I just hope that I can survive this.