FROM SHALLOW TO SOULFUL CONVERSATIONS

I love her.

Beyond fats and flabs,

wrinkles and white hairs,

financial unpredictability,

allergy attacks,

senility,

and all other imperfections.

I am thinking of you while listening to the San Miguel Philharmonic Orchestra’s rendition to this–

Di biro ang sumulat ng awitin para sa iyo
Para akong isang siraulo’t hilo at lito
Sa akin pang minanang piano tiklado?y pilit nilaro
Baka sakaling merong tono bigla na lang umusbong

Tungkol sa ano man kayang awitin para sa iyo
Di biro ang gawing sukat ang titik sa tono
Sampu man aking diksyunaryo kung ang tugma’y di wasto
Basta’t isipin di magbabago damdamin ko sa iyo

Araw gabi nasa isip ka
Napapanaginip ka
Kahit san magpunta
Araw gabi nalalasing sa tuwa
Kapag kapiling ka
Araw gabi tayong dalawa

Biruin mong nasabi ko ang nais kong ipahatid
Dapat mo lamang mabatid laman nitong dibdib
Tila sampu pa ang awitin ang natapos kong likhain
Ito ang tunay na damdamin, tanggapin at dinggin

c") Mushy may it seem. You know how I feel about you babe.

Euphoria…

1. Having the time and the means to getaway with The One on long weekends.

2. The feel of white sands on my bare feet. The sound of waves crashing on the rocks. Vodka. Rich’s hand on mine.

3. Taking a very long shower with her.

4. DVD marathons, choco mousse, and her kapampangan cuisine.

5. Intellectually shopping with her.

6. Sweet nothings on a lazy dawn with her lying on my shoulder.

7. Wonderful mornings = early sunday mass and having to eat my favorite food that’s cooked by my wife.

8. Conversations and expectations.

9. Good movies, Muscle Beach, and NYC fries.

10. Fruit shakes and juices.

11. Good finds restos with feel-good music.

12. Shoes = both sneakers and loafers. ( We just bought a new white nike’s for her and me.)

13. Shirts = similar loking for her and me.

14. Body massage, from her.

15. Good laugh from friends.

16. Mean comments, shared to her and some really close pals.

17. Flowers every 25th.

18. Her… dancing, while I am literally mesmerized.

19. Scents. Perfumes.

20. Poetry. Songs.

21. Krispy Kreme.

22. Shalow moments.

23. Travel. Davao.

24. Her China Eyes.

25. Her unconditional and unceasing love for me.

enough said. happy weekend everyone.

you can rip everything in me,it’ll tell you one thing.im inlove with you.

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted… unbidden… it will stir… open its jaws and howl.

It speaks to us… guides us… passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.

If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace… but we would be hollow… Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we’d be truly dead.

-Joss Whedon

I have observed something peculiar and familiar about me lately.

I seem very at ease with myself. Loving every tiny bits of detail about my whole personality. I am beginning to be domesticated. And I am loving every moment I spend with The One. Silent moments are the times when I am at peace with myself, because I am contented.

I am becomming too mushy. And everything feels overwhelmingly great.

She fixed my breakfast and went to the office just to have it eaten with me before going home.

And its one of those silly times when I love mush in my life.

Sleeping with her. Priceless.

She despises my rituals before going to bed. And I am loving it.

We have a million differences.

We are getting married.

When you found the one, differences are sweet. Bitter at times, yet at the end of the day, you know down deep inside you that nobody in this whole darn world could ever complete you than the person whom you just have a fight with because of a silly, petty thing.

Sweet.

I love her.

She is my life.

She’s Mrs. Garcia.

She’s The One.

The general idea of settling is to ultimately accept what is within reach, what is available, what is there. To settle is to convince one’s self that the decision about to be made is inevitable, realistic, and safe. To settle is to risk not ever being truly happy because one decides to adopt the worst type of ‘come what may’ attitude on life’s greatest challenges.

How about settling with someone you have waited for all your life? How about settling with someone who was destined to give you butterflies and fireflies even through the worst? How about a ridiculous, incovenient, consuming, can’t-live-with-each-other kind of love? And all at the same time finding satisfaction and security, completeness and ecstasy with it?

There’s already a lot of mediocrity in life. Love shouldn’t be one of them, it is the closest that we could get to magic. I used to live in a gray area for 5 years, but eventually I just had to leave the middleground.

There is virtue in patiently and carefully selecting The One. Never agree with the general idea of settling. Ever. Again, the middleground is not always the safest realm to be.

For the first time in years, my brain is working well. My future is vivid. My priorities laid, my thirst for life is yet to be quenched, as my eyes are looking for the brightest days I have with China Eyes. I can bluntly say, I am not bitter with life anymore. I have changed from being the meanest to just being mean. And in time, I can honestly describe myself as good.

I almost lost life. My soul became weary, my heart hurt like the deepest depths of hell. My nerves were on the edge. My intuition broke. I got my identity ruined.

Rich.

Our differences are immeasurable. 
She’s private. I am an open-book.
I am a left-winged. She’s discreet.
She’s cautious. I am flaky.

Yet, albeit everything, she is my life. I am deeply inlove with her. Unconditonally, without remorse, without regrets, wether it brings forth grief or happiness.

I am just grateful for this warm, cozy feeling. Of being in a relationship with someone I am truly in love with who loves me in return. We both can get a little crazy and jealous sometimes, and I know it’s just normal. I am strung out to the depthness of the emotional connection and conversations, from shallow to soulful,  the pampering. She drives me crazy with all our funny antics, quiet yet comfortable moments. Still lingering on those sweet and honest mornings, this time with her seated on my lap.

What makes this journey interesting, what brings life to it, what paints all its colors is her.
Just her. And her presence. And how she breahes life, to everything that surrounds us.

I know I am home this time. I can honestly say, I have finally found the One whom I have waited to settle with all my life.

I have never been a fan of infidelity. Not that I am a saint myself. I can arrogantly admit that I have never condone such act. Yet, I must not negate, I myself, I am infidel.

Infidelity is a cheap shot of getting even. Most often than not, you start entertaining the devilish voice at the back of your mind when you start to feel unsafe, insecure.

I am not an insecure partner, but when you are riding in a roller coaster ride, you will feel the most insecure in just a snap of a finger. Like the other person that you are with can leave you and the things that exist between the two of you.

And you do things. Stupid things.

Perhaps when the pain is too much, words will never be enough to capture the misery of it.

But how should you deal?

Darn.

Boo told me sometime ago, if you feel like crying, then by all means drown yourself. Just one night of sob, of fest– and the morning after everyting will be fine.

Can people actually do that?

In this case, I guess not.

So tell me, are you also a sucker for achievers?

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