delirious

The day has finally come. I put off writing about you for as long as I could. But now that I can no longer hide behind the lack in my vocabulary, nor the inappropriateness of my timing, I am finally permitting myself to succumb to this inexplicable urge to tell the world about the person who makes me feel so loved.

A year ago, you were just a guy I go to class with. You were a guy who sat two seats away from me, a guy who sends me confessions when he’s drunk, a guy who stole glances at me when he found grammatical errors in the CIs statements, a guy who amused me at the amount of mischief he is able to get away with just because he is a guy. Three hundred sixty-four days ago, you were just a guy.

But then exactly a year ago today, you stopped becoming just a guy. A year ago today, you became the guy; my guy.

We were having a lousy class about the discomforts of pregnancy, and I vaguely remember hearing “increased frequency in urination because of the increasing pressure the growing uterus is exerting on the bladder” when you sent me a text message. It was very trivial, really. In fact it contained only three words: Lingi sa nako.

To this day, I credit that moment to be the defining moment in our relationship, because insignificant as it may seem to the outside, that was the moment I knew that I would never allow myself to live another day without you.

This is an attempt to chronicle 10 of the most unforgettable moments in our one year as Pibs:

10. Skin test. You found out you were allergic to Tide the hard way. You were used to washing your uniform with Ariel but you could not afford to buy Ariel so you settled for Tide instead. You got a nasty rash because of that. The next time we met after your positive skin test, I gave you three sachets of Ariel.

9. Paperchats. We used to have these long paperchats about anything and everything. We usually had them during Pharma class. Of course when the CI called you to participate in class, you could easily answer the question (as if you were following the whole lesson all along). It was also during these paperchats that you discovered what a lovely speller I am.Yes, Pibs, I know now how to spell Aceta-freaking-minophen.

8. Disco Incident. It was our first legitimate fight. I was so disappointed with you, but I stood by you nonetheless. People gossiped about what happened, they judged you, persecuted you, questioned you. But I believed (and still do) that contrary to how you act sometimes, at the end of the day, you are a truly decent guy. That day you saw me walk in when the rest of the world walked out.

7. Oishi Manju. You kept teasing me about how a girl who grew up in Cebu had not tasted those little Korean cakes. You came to my house with a handful of Oishi Manju cakes. And Dolfenal for my menstrual cramps. Haha.

6. Bogo. Our first out-of-town trip together. We fought on the first day, you started sulking and slept for most of the afternoon. But come night time, right before we were about to sleep, we used Inday Gaea’s toy to reconcile and be bestfriends again. And yes, you took that Sinong- bestfriend-mo? picture. I learned so much more about you on that trip. Apart from the fact that you were once awarded Best in Leaf and Seed Identification, I learned of just how much my worth is to you.

5. Kim. Yours and mine. Different people sharing the same name, both giving us so much love and joy. I still cannot find a way to satisfy the dictates of propriety to define this phase in our relationship. So I leave it at this: babe and beb will be the closest things we’ll have as excuses to be happy without each other.

4. El Cudeta. We fondly refer to this night as the eve of when we broke up. Though not inebriated, we were finally brave enough to confess how much we loved each other. I broke down infront of you when you confessed how the months apart has taken its toll on you. You held me close when you told me just how much my being away from you kept you from being truly happy.

3. The Break – Up. The most painful thing I’ve had to go through in a long time. More than the longest letter you’ve written me, it taught us never to let each other go again, because frankly, there is no reason in this lifetime for it to be worth it.

2. June 17, 2009. On any given rainy day, you’d conclude I’m sad. I’ve influenced you to believe that I control the weather. But this particular rainy day, I wasn’t sad at all. In fact I’ve never been happier on a rainy day because that particular rainy day, we shared an umbrella but you ended up getting wet. Nothing says I love you more than volunteering to be cold just so I can stay warm.

1. The Felony. Just recently, I was having one of my sad days. I dragged you to National Book Store so I can buy something to lift my spirits up. I picked a yellow balloon with a smiley face on it. We went to the counter to pay for it but the cashier said they could not find the price tag for the balloon. A line was starting to queue up behind me, and I was feeling guilty for making all those people wait (when the cause was a lousy balloon) so I cancelled the purchase. I was feeling sadder when we exited the store sans balloon but then you pulled me close and showed me something you pulled from your pocket. You shop lifted it! You were grinning, obviously pleased with what you did. I just started hugging you in the middle of the mall, trying so very hard not to cry.

That is what you do, Pibs. When I feel like the world is conspiring against me, you make it your personal quest to defy it. You always find a way to make me happy. Even if that might cost you your freedom.

There are a lot more moments worthy to share(like our days with Jilian, your jelousy about Jop, your confrontation with chime, your impeccable Tagalog, the night you spent in the hospital with me, your first iced coffee, my summer crisis) but I feel that I must stop now least I violate some sort of blog entry limit.

So, yes. Finally your stalking has paid off.

I love you, Pibs!

And Happy, Happy Anniversary!

Labels: pibs-hood bestfriendship and everything in between