Finally committed

I committed myself with someone. I never expected that it would happen so soon and so fast. Let alone with him. I've known him since I was a little girl. The age gap didn't bother him. Me 20, him 24. He was mature, I needed a maturation celebacy. He wanted to do all the deciding, I wanted him to do it. He wanted to take care of me, I wanted him to.

We went to watch Blade Trinity last night. He unloaded popcorn, tacos and a large pespsi on me. "Only the best for my wifey." He now calls me Fifi. Though it may sound weird, I love it. He didn't watch the movie. We sat on the loveseat and put his arms around me. He was holding my hand while looking at me the whole time. When my phone beeped, he didn't ask who it was. When someone rang, he didn't go berserk. I love the way he handles things. He's cool and collected. Never breaks into sweats and never asks any personal questions. He let me be me.

He makes sure I'm looked after. Even the drive home, he was doing a pseudo-Paul Walker. He was looking at me while he drove. I told him not to do that cos it scared the daylight out of me. Only then, did he stop. When he parked the car on the driveway, he pulled out a CD from the backseat and gave me the SIDE A ANTHOLOGY CD. "Listen to track number 10." Then he kissed me on the forehead. I looked at the CD and smiled myself silly. It was SANA NAMAN. I was humming to the tune earlier that evening and when I thought he went to the toilet for a leak, he snuck out and bought the CD for me. He thought it was my favourite song. It went along with our romance perfectly.

For some reason I had that song in my head for a few days now. Maybe the frustration of not being in love got the better of me and it showed in my taste in music. Or the fact that one of my cousins bought the exact CD for me and I had been playing it on repeat. Of course, I didn't tell him that he wasted P450 on a CD that I already have. It was the thought that counts.

Then today when he went to pick me up to drive me down to San Pedro, I gave him a kiss. As soon as I hopped on his car. He asked me what it was for.
"Kasi pinakikilig mo ko."

During our drive to San Pedro, we talked about his work, my work and my school. I told him I'd be going back to Australia in less than a month. I wrinkled my nose and braced myself for a spectacle. It didn't happen. He sighed and winked at me. "We'll make this work, won't we?" And I believed him.

If I had known that I would end up with this guy, I should've paid attention to what I was wearing in 1996. But then I was 12 and he was 16. But still. You never really know what fate has in stored for you.

But whatever it is, I'm happy. After six months, someone made me smile again. And not just a smile, a full on, stupid, school girl grin is what I'm talking about.