on the Verge of

It was my boyfriend's birthday last week. Unfortunately for me, I have been quite sick last week. It started with an acidic stomach which caused my throat and tonsils to irritate. Then came the fever and all. I had planned out everything a month in advance which was good because I was able to purchase some things ahead. But it was difficult to execute because I hadn't been feeling well. Although I was able to bake him the cake filled with his favorite chocolate, our time after family dinner was cut short because he had to take me home right away. I had to take a leave that night from work. Instead of enjoying further his birthday night, he stayed at home with me and watched me as I slept until it was time for him to go home. The remaining days he spent looking after me, picking me up from work and bringing me the fruits I needed to eat. Today I just slept while he sat by my side. I woke up feeling much better. Then he drove me to get some freshly opened coconut. I looke...

A few days ago, I was sharing to my boyfriend how I used to be jealous of this particular couple. This was during college. They looked perfect inside and out without being too much. It literally felt like their relationship was a match made in heaven. Back then I was a bitter kid and wondered how life can be so unfair. There I was, sulking in my own sorrow, silently depressed at some areas of my life. I looked at that couple and asked myself: When would I find someone like that? Will I ever find that kind of love in my lifetime? Then everything just flashed back. I remembered all the previous relationships I've been through, the petty and the serious ones, the swifties and the ones that lasted for a while. I remembered the swoons and sighs, the tears and heartbreaks. I remember the scars I left behind and the emotional trauma I went through. How the hell did I survive all of that? In the movie Perks of Being a Wallflower, Charlie asks his teacher Mr. Anderson "Why do nice...

They say it's the small things that matter. I'd say it's those small moments that last forever. It seems so nostalgic for me. Exactly a year ago, this photo of our high school batch reunion was taken. It was one of many pictures in our small gathering last year. This particular one captured the brief moment we spoke to each other just before I left, the quick exchange of details which led to a series of unexpected events. Who would've thought that this perfectly captured moment was when it all began. Happy 9th monthsary James. I'm glad our paths crossed a year ago. We've probably said every cheesy line we could possibly say and yet here I am saying them again. It's because love will never grow tired of repeating how much we are in love. Love will never be ashamed to shout to the world the joys of loving. Love will always be too great to contain. Love will always be a joy to share. And I am happy to share all the small moments with you. I love you :)...

Today, Keen and I are celebrating our 8th monthsary together. It's the last monthsary of 2016. It made me look back on our earliest memory this year. We were just having a small high school batch reunion at Green Coffee early January. We were seated far from each other. I went over to his area to say goodbye to some closer friends. There was an exchange of few words with him before I left. We learned that we were both working in Cebu but we never really bumped into each other. I forgot to add him in my new FB account so right then and there I did. We exchanged numbers and promised to see each other during Sinulog Festival along with some other high school batchmates who will be in Cebu by then. There was no commitment though. No spark. Nothing at all. Just an exchange of words and loose promises between two acquainted high school batchmates. I knew back then that not seeing each other in that reunion wouldn't be much of a disappointment. An exchange of few words compared to...

Being in love is one of the best feelings in the world. If you haven't been in love, or haven't had a real relationship before, you might not be able to relate to this post. Then I suggest you move on to the next blog. Anyway, I have been in a relationship for seven months now. It is a relatively young relationship. It has experienced a lot of first time moments, a few ups and downs and a couple of wonderful travels. I am quite excited for the adventures that are yet to come. On the other hand, I have friends who are or have been in long term relationships who would say to me that I should enjoy this stage while it lasts. They say that this is the 'honeymoon' stage of a relationship, one that could last for a year or more, depending on how fast the relationship matures. After which, the feeling of longing to be with each other begins to wane. Cracks would sometimes seep through the relationship. If not addressed properly, it could lead ...

It's the little things you do that make me fall in love. It's when you look for my hand when we walk. It's when you patiently wait for me to arrive at the jeepney stop. It's when you greet me each morning and tell me 'I love you'. It's when you drive me to work when it's cold and raining. It's when you make me laugh even if I'm pissed off at you. It's how you hold me when we kiss each other. It's how you embrace me each time we see each other. It's how you say goodnight and look back each time you leave. It's how you make me feel beautiful even if I feel like I'm not. It's how you express your love to me even in our times of silence. And though you may think that these small things simply go unnoticed, they actually matter a lot to me. It's because it's the little things you do that make me fall in love with you more each day. I love you ♥   

I was browsing through my Facebook timeline when I saw my post from a few months ago sharing Shakira Sison's post. Then my post reads as follows: "I remember the time when my life had bled dry and how I prayed that the drought would someday fade away. That someday took some time. It broke and flaked away some parts of me. It was a misery I just kept at bay for quite some time. Then everything else just blacked out. But it's crazy how sometimes we find directions during the most unexpected time of our lives. In the end, we always find some one. Maybe not someone we perfectly yearn for, but someone we lovingly deserve. Everything else followed ❤ # justintime " Everyone longs to be loved. Someday, when we have turned away from all the pain and loneliness, life will take a turn and love will come in just the right time. Then we will realize that the emptiness we felt back then helped us appreciate more the fullness brought about by love. Sison was rig...