While we were sleeping, at 4am last Sunday, I woke up because I was dreaming that it was already April and that we have been in Palaisdaan since February. I almost reached for my phone to call the office but stopped myself. Odd hunhun. Odd.

Two blissful weekends and we don’t have a camera. I would love to document – privately, no blog – two weekends, five days of being with you. Seeing friends and family was just a plus. I’m grateful also that after three days of being with me you are not going to send me back to my parents. Am I a handful? *bats eyelash*

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. For Saturday. For the cute hat that goes with my pink dress. For those Church visits. I didn’t know God responds to prayers that quick when He allowed Sulpicio to leave at 9:15a.m. Thank you also for that glass of champagne that turned my face as red as my flip flops. For watching over me while I pee in the bathroom and purposely scare me with your “She died on that spot!” stories. [I need two days to get over that.]

Thank you also for that Ferris Wheel ride. Suddenly it is not that frightening when I’m up there, if you continuously hold my hand like that. Thank you for letting me eat your pancit even how you baaaaaad you felt after. Let me cook you my pancit sometime.

Thank you for Sunday. Thank you for fixing the smallest thing I hardly even notice – like tying of the strap of my suit, stapling the loose ribbon of the hat – you are so resourceful, hunhun.

Thank you also for indulging my jologs love for Vhong Navarro.. until I realized that his character resembles someone I like so much, thus, probably explains the reason for the ardency.

Thank you for meeting my friends and being nice to them.

Thank you for letting me sleep in your arms even if it has been suffering cramps.

Thank you for not letting my head hit the coffee table.

Thank you for that coffee table I made you laugh.

Thank you for the massage that left you panting and sweating. *giggle*

…and thank you for making me feel good after.

Thank you for looking after me while the blasted boat had to leave a late passenger with heavy luggage.

Thank for you the last minute Vienes, the trips to the pier, and every penny that you spent.

Thank you for that romantic dance on your toes that has made up all the times we can’t dance together.

Thank you for being such a perfect gentleman – although nabastos ko sometimes.

Did I miss anything? You know I’ll still be thankful for whatever that is.

Thank you for everything. This is the everything that I was talking about. This will work out. Or let’s not just use the word work - its beginning to sound like a chore. We can do this. Nokikinojer. Miss you soo much baby the only thing that’s keeping me going is the thought of seeing you again. Hug Hug Hug hunhun. Can I be your girlfriend?

From Yours Only (in English), who wears her heart on her sleeve, who longs for kisses on the nape and a hot breath in her ear

– from a half-baked, unpublished, edited blog