So here I am, with ten minutes to update on myself, even though I have plenty of time last night (which I spent playing Plants Vs Zombies and watching makeup videos)
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Anyway, this has been a few months of ruminations for me. Seriously.
Ever since my parents went back to SP, I felt life went a little off routine for me, but after at long last, I managed to get it back on track. Life went a little too fast for me circa 2008 to 2009, so now here I am, dealing with adult life in a whole new way. It was as if I was snatched away from the innocence of my college years and thrust into the intense life of a yuppie.
But I do not want to talk about that. I want to talk about the person who has been there for me all these months (and years, if you count our years being good friends). Everyday, I am grateful because he has been a tremendous support to me once my parents left. He tolerates my emo outbursts with patience, he consoles me when I am too distraught to coherently form any words, and inspire me with his intelligence and depth. Tough days, deadlines, petty emo disputes – all of them vanish when he arrives at the door to pick me up on our dates, or when it’s just me and him alone.
I always thought I’d make a bad girlfriend. After all, while girls and boys were dating with frivolity during my high school days, I have always been guarded and too selfish to give up my singledom for somebody else. But I realised, our times together proved that this was a phase of my life that I am comfortable with after all. But then again, it could be because I was with a person who complimented me in a way I cannot explain.
Looking back on the space of a year and a half since we decided to take this path together, I have grown up so much as a person. My heart is so open and full in a way I never imagined possible. I am no longer afraid and my heart has finally opened from the shell I have built around it.
Happy one year and six months, dear.
