love letters for no 1

4.20

Dearest You,

Exactly a month ago, we were in Boracay Shangri-La. It was a place that truly made you consider not leaving at all. Beautiful (like you) in so many ways. While we were there, I felt that I was entirely decided to commit formally and pop the question. Something that I don’t normally reach since you know, I technically haven’t had a real formal girlfriend. So when I felt it, I wanted the moment to happen so much that I even considered asking the head manager (that became my friend who was also very nice and willing to help for the ideas I’m about to mention) to help me plant a small treasure box or a message in a bottle that contained my question to you. But it didn’t feel right for me. I was forcing it. I was making the moment happen.

So I didn’t.

While we were waiting for everyone to meet us for a massive Seafood Feast that might have diminished the supply of the local market, we got so impatient that you started to teach me to make Origami Cranes. It was my first time to make one, and luckily I did it correctly after you showed me. But when we finished, they still haven’t arrived. Hungry and impatient, we decided to walk towards a hidden Grotto under the giant cross on top of the mountain to say a little prayer. A prayer of thanksgiving for you letting me in your life, our blessings and for our future. And right after we said our prayers, we turned around to witness a very beautiful pink sunset while somebody who wasn’t blessed with a voice of an angel (more of a voice of a typhoon starter) sang “Crazy for YOU”, it was right there and then that the perfect spontaneous moment presented itself. I asked and you answered. (And as another something to go back to, we hid the crane behind the grotto, hoping it will still be there when we return)

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4.20

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Exactly a month after, I planned a very awesome day for today. But due to a very heartbreaking loss in my family and the circumstance that her funeral was today, I had to trim today to just dinner. A surprise dinner, at least.

Since we barely passed cooking for each other the other day (we had a very good time though), I decided to celebrate our 1st month together in a very nice, unique and artsy (for you) kitchen with private lessons from very talented chefs. It was quite an experience, a great one. And despite our weak appetites, we were able to bring home our food and as my little sister as my proof, which according to her, we produced yummy and tasty food. Thank you Chef Paul and Chef Rhenee. I honestly have a better sense of appreciation for cooking. How each ingredient plays a certain role to produce a scrumptious dish that would later explode various flavors in my mouth. How each moment I have with her contributes and strengthens the fact that our relationship is so beautiful and solid that vomits rainbows, especially when I’m right beside you.

Happy 1st Monthsary.

A Romeo

PS. Thank you for my three beautifully wrapped gifts. As agreed, I can’t open them until tomorrow, when I am with you.

the one and only bottle

Dearest You,

For the past decade, I have been collecting bottles from epic parties to help me remember the legendary celebrations that took place. From massive bottles consumed during festivals up to ordinary bottles that fueled glorious celebrations, these bottles helped me remember the good times. Something to be happy about.

Lately, I haven’t been the bringing home empty bottles. This was an unconscious and unintentional action from my end since I have been going to even wilder, crazier and much more memorable parties with you. I pondered about it and realized that I didn’t need to bring home bottles anymore because I get to have you. A beautiful person to remind me that I had a great time, and that there are more to come. And to help reinforce my point, I’m not exactly in a happy place right now. But despite everything that life is throwing at me, you still keep me afloat, knowing that I have a bottle that is you. 

Happy,

A Romeo

imperfections are spelled r-e-a-l

Dearest You,

For the past few hours, we have not been okay okay. That deep down feeling that something is not right, that something is off between us. We’re not agreeing on things that we normally agree on or we don’t even have that chemistry in the smallest things that is normally easy peezy for us. Maybe it was the long time apart, but then again, there’s no point in trying to distinguish what the root cause is for this since it just happened and it’s nice that we’re trying to make things right and even better.

Call me sadistic, but I somewhat appreciate the fact and love the idea that it’s not always good and perfect for us. That there are imperfections for our relationship. Which, If I may, also has the same reason why I tell you that I love your self-declared imperfections like how your shoulder bones are sticking out and like how your skin has built in mini-pearls wrapped around your bicep and triceps. It’s these imperfections that destroy the possibility of you as a perfect ideal person. It helps me embrace the fact that you are real and this fuels my gratitude to God and you that I have you in my life. These imperfections help show that what we have is real, not just some make believe story for people to watch or read about. These imperfections that make me realize that despite falling in love with a beautiful person in and out, you’re not just an idea in my head, you are real. Beautiful and real. 

Looking at our love glass half full,

A Romeo

the glory of Easter

Dearest You,

Easter Sunday. The resurrection of our Lord, Jesus Christ. The end of that 40 day sacrifice. For the past years, I would choose on something I would sacrifice for 40 days. I’d sacrifice on stuff like soda, iced tea and juice, stuff that I love. Planning that I would make a wish come Easter if I succeed, and hope it would come true.

This year though, I didn’t sacrifice anything. Only because my wish for the past years came true already. YOU. This is why I made sure that I got to thank God everyday for 40 days, for introducing you in my life.

I have so much more things to be thankful of about you, but I’ll save that for another entry and give more essence to today, Easter Sunday.

Thankful,

A Romeo

the power of your rainbow

Dearest You,

Recently, we’ve been planning our weekends to maximize our time together before you go study in the concrete jungle where they say, dreams are made. (I beg to disagree because you’re my dream and you weren’t made there, I think, are you? That’s not the point of this entry though). We’ve planned trips in and out of the country.

Most of the trips that we planned aren’t exactly what the mainstream tourists desire. For most of them, our destinations are just carefully positioned stones, trees or land that may form a historical sight, a beautiful setting or even something just worth seeing in the pictures. Something that may present as a bore to most of them. I believe for us, it’s different. If we can make a simple curb or the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere, vomit rainbows, what more the places where we plan to go. I’ll go wherever with you, no hesitation, I’ll find a way. We only get to live once, and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t experience life with you.

We may not have the time and money to go to all of the places we desire now, but hey, we have forever, we’ll get our chance if you’ll let me.

A Romeo

the gifts

Dearest You,

It was quite difficult trying to think of a gift to give you for your birthday since you, as a Princess, basically have everything already. So instead, I got you a box full of personal stuff that would hopefully make your birthday extra special.

1. A Kung Fu Panda to protect you while studying in San Francisco or New York.

2. A “Bouquet” of your Flower Paintings.

3. Your favorite Seaweed, something to eat while you read.

4. A bottle of Aloe Vera and also organic Cranberry Juice, something to drink while you eat.

5. For the first time, i revealed this blog to you, something to read. :)

It makes me happy to see you laugh and cry as you read through these entries. It was worth the wait.

Happy Birthday Princess,

A Romeo

fee fi fo fum

Dearest You,

I’ve been talking to a lot of old friends lately; listening and absorbing their sorrows caused by love. It’s a sad thing really, they would give up anything and everything they have just to meet the one that would finally be sincere and play no more mind games. The one that would live up to become their happily ever after. I remember the story of Jack and the Beanstalk. About the boy who traded their cow, their only source of income, for “magic beans”.  How sad of an analogy it is for them to actually give up everything every day and go all out just to get ordinary beans in return.

With that said, (other than going through hell before meeting you, going through all your defenses up until where we are now) I am even more thankful of what we have right now and hopefully forever.  That sense of security that we will be there for each other in times of despair, no need to check if the other is busy because we will make time for each other. That sense of urgency to check my mobile just to either read a good morning from you or get to greet you good morning first, to start the day good and right, and also make sure that we both are thinking of each other. That satisfaction that we met and have each other this early despite living in such a huge world filled with so much people.  The beauty of our values and chemistry that we’re so honest to each other that we tell each other everything and little bad stuff don’t build up to fights because we get to vent it out to each other easily. The unbelievable fact that we can talk together for hours or be quiet with each other without any awkward silence anywhere, that a day isn’t enough to talk to each other.That happiness that I have you; and we can experience life together through random spontaneous adventures. And also that added perk that you are so beautiful for me that you make all the girls I dreamt of; look fat and ugly. And many more little and big things to be thankful for.

But most of all, the very fact that I have you in my life, my magic beans.

Your Jack,

A Romeo

heart’s desire

Dearest You,

I want love. I want you.

XxOoooX, (Big Kiss, little kiss, Big hug, three small hugs, One more Big kiss)

A Romeo

the moment

Dearest You,

It was a little past 4AM in the morning, we were sitting by the curb, a couple of blocks from your house. Stars were brightly shining above us with a hint of moonlight. The corner post with a mounted light, fluctuating every something minutes. A maintenance fix I hope the subdivision will never address. It was like a flash of proof that you were right there, sitting beside me, glowing with your beauty as the light slowly disappeared, as we faded into the darkness, together.

As old fashioned as I am, I asked you for your permission if I can court you, to prove my sincerity to you. 

When you were ready to go home, as we walked back to the car, I told you to wait. I ran to the car. I turned the car and music system on, and rolled the windows down. A Love Lost by The Temper Trap played. Under the stars brightly shining. The moon, gloriously in the middle. I held you into my arms. Your nose an inch or two from my nose. Your eyes, shining brighter than the stars.

You said Yes.

We slow danced.

If that isn’t a spontaneous pleasure, I don’t know what is.

A Romeo

the real black hole

Dearest You,

Black hole mountain. This is the name I have come to peace with to call where you live. A castle located in the middle of the region, complete with the perfect combination of a pond, a bridge and an array of trees and plants that is most frequent setup for fairy tales. A home worthy of a princess like you. Despite the beauty of where you live, I cannot help but despise it sometimes knowing that there are no data services available from the telecom company to be able to communicate to you. It’s so hard to actually greet you good morning the moment I wake up, share something that would make you smile easily or just simply talk to you. (I am very much tempted to install a signal booster to your house without your permission).

However, the real black hole is actually you. Don’t take this in a bad light, but because of you, I cannot completely focus on anything. Proof I guess that the male species is indeed, not a multi-tasker. This is quite a surprise for me since I didn’t have to exert an effort to focus on conversing with other people, working on what I need to do or any activity at that in the past (applying to the past girls I’ve dated). I love this fact. It goes to show how special you are to me. How it makes it feel so right that I don’t hesitate on choosing you over other things. So yes, as a blackhole, there is no need for your gravitational field to be so strong (even light cannot escape the force that pulls it toward you), I willingly and happily choose you. 

Happily positioned at the Singularity,

A Romeo