So I wish I can record every conversation and take a photo of every moment but I know that’s not how it works in real life. This is my lame attempt to remember what I can salvage from the two hours I spent with you. You probably won’t read this but this isn’t for you, anyway. It’s for me, to remember when I miss you.
So we rode the bus to go to Chicboy. We sat apart because there weren’t enough seats. And I thought it was such a shame that we had to be apart even though we’d only get to spend so little time together. When the one sitting next to you got off, I grabbed the chance just to sit next to you. And you teased me at my “desire” to be next to you and I didn’t really mind.
So we both ate Cebu Lechon with unli rice. You managed to eat two and a half cups of rice and I only ate one. Yet, you still finished first. You patiently waited for me to finish, even though I knew your head and back already hurt. But you didn’t complain, not even once.
So we talked and we talked and we talked. I bragged how I was nominated as Best Voice Actress for my DEVC130 class and you just rolled your eyes. And I bragged a little more and you still rolled your eyes. You said you hate my expression when bragging. So I repeatedly did that expression to piss you off. But you just laughed and didn’t get pissed off. And I love to make you laugh. I sometimes fool myself into thinking that I can easily make you laugh. It makes me feel special that I can make someone like you laugh. I don’t know why I feel like that.
So you talked about this unique-looking electric(?) fan that you saw in an exhibit. You’re such a nerd. You talked on and on and on about that fan and how you wish to learn what makes it work. I couldn’t help but be fascinated at how scientific you can be, and how you can easily be fascinated with things found in an exhibit that’s not an art exhibit. Stuff like that fascinates you while it would probably pass my notice. But I love you for it anyway. I often wonder how I could have a boyfriend that’s a hundred times smarter than me.
So sometimes I wish I was smarter. So I could carry on an intelligent conversation with you. So we could talk about mature stuff without me having to ask too many questions. But I’m just a pretty daft girl who can’t stop talking about books and movies and TV shows, but you don’t mind. You still listen even when I talk about my Koryans and Thais.
So you learned that I don’t really understand the concept of humidity. It’s embarrassing but you patiently explained what humidity is. I said I felt stupid to not fully understand humidity but you said that I’m not stupid, I’m just not interested enough to learn it. And I know how you’re not just appeasing me, and you said how the smartest person also doesn’t know everything. I thank you for not laughing at my cluelessness about the most basic things.
So we rode the bus again to go home. You demonstrated how you sleep and you asked whether your eyes are open even when you’re sleeping. You did something like this:
So I laughed so hard but still thought it was too cute. Yes, your eyes are half-open when you sleep, and you probably scare off the other passengers when you sleep in a jeepney. But it doesn’t matter. You can sleep whichever way you like. I promise I wouldn’t mind.
So we talked about other things. We talked about the pettiest things and talked lightly about the serious stuff. I can’t remember everything, but I’d at least remember I had a good time. It will be our 18th monthsary in a few days. That’s a year and a half already! I don’t think I’d ever get tired of you. I hope I never would.
So they said that you can share comfortable silences with someone special. And I’m afraid we rarely have comfortable silences because I’m always talking. You know how I cannot hold back any story when I’m with you. I’m just bursting with so many things to tell you! We’re only spending a short time together. Why would I waste it on comfortable silences when we could spend it on stories and crazy laughter?
So it was too short. Two hours spent with you is too short. And it’s still hard to say bye for a while but we say it anyway. I guess I just want to spend as much time with you before your boss send you to far away places. I know the time will come when we won’t see each other as much. So I’m abusing the short distance (but too little time) we have right now. I hope you don’t mind.
So I know I don’t write (or even talk) much about you. It’s just difficult to talk about you without sounding too cheesy, too overdramatic, and too over the moon . And you don’t like excessive online attention anyway. But this is one of those moments when I just have to write about you. To write everything about you. I kind of wish I can do this every time I see you, but you know I can’t and probably won’t.
But I’ll remember last night, and it was a pretty good night.