Three.
For a while now I’ve been a corporate employee; for all my 27 years inescapably a son to my parents, brother to my siblings, and barkada to my core groups. But the greatest stand-outs are those that you hold closest to your heart, where exclusivity tops the ranking by virtue of its one-ness, and for exactly three years now I’ve also been a boyfriend. Not exactly a very good one, but one who aspires to be.
This entry will not indulge at cheesiness, nor will it allow for too lengthy rambling. Some say three years is a long time, and in the world where I live, almost impossible to achieve with minor cuts and bruises. But I’m proud to say we’ve held on and are still very much in love. I can’t even discuss chemistry, recipe for success, and quick tips to a fruitful relationship, for two people seldom spend three years without developing a knack for knowing what the other needs. And it’s funny since at this point, all I can offer by way of advice is simply this: you just do the best you can, and think of the reasons why you love the other.
For me, having someone who doesn’t hover, who spoils me in every which way, and is so patiently indulgent and attuned to my cravings, needs and demands are a major plus. In return I aim to be affectionate, upbeat and funny, the best tools I have in this game. The best compensation I guess, is going home after a tired day of work, and snuggling close to a familiar scent at the wee hours of the night, and being showered with kisses upon waking each morning.
Okay that went mushy overboard. I’ll stop, but as a closing salvo, here’s our favorite song. I sing this every time at the Videoke, not only because I sound better than the original, but because sometimes, things just click and last, and just keeps on getting better.
ILU.
