I am recycling this Note I've written 2 years ago...
Written Sept. 3, 2011
I like the simplicity of this note and the meaning of every word I wrote.
Ten years is quite long. To think that we are so preoccupied with a lot of things now. Like how do we start our careers on a steady gait and how do we take things as we pace in the times where the salary is only equal to the Nine West shoes I so dying-ly want and so fitted perfectly in my long chiseled legs which by the way the one which you first fell in love with.
We are successful in our first year of relationship. We were successful in keeping it securely fastened to the circle of friends and comrades we trust and share little things with. Now, I write to tell you the 365 things I like, love and leaned about me, you and us.
Written Sept. 3, 2011
I like the simplicity of this note and the meaning of every word I wrote.
Ten years from now we would probably be sitting at the porch of our Victorian style mansion; early morning, you sip on your coffee I so genuinely created and mastered for six years of marriage. I, on the other hand is reading our favorite author Khaled Hosseinni and drinking my all time Anlene milk which you so advised me to drink seriously now. Rafa, now six years of age is haplessly playing with his toy he calls broom-broom which was given to him by his favorite lolo and our daughter Nikki now heavy at two years is playing with her toes in her crib.
Ten years is quite long. To think that we are so preoccupied with a lot of things now. Like how do we start our careers on a steady gait and how do we take things as we pace in the times where the salary is only equal to the Nine West shoes I so dying-ly want and so fitted perfectly in my long chiseled legs which by the way the one which you first fell in love with.
We are successful in our first year of relationship. We were successful in keeping it securely fastened to the circle of friends and comrades we trust and share little things with. Now, I write to tell you the 365 things I like, love and leaned about me, you and us.
- I love you.
- I love you loving me.
- I love your unconditional love.
- I like the way you tell me that you love me.
- I love it when you tell me that nobody can ever replace me.
- I like it when you play with my hair.
- I like it when you told me, “There’s something about the way you stare at me.”
- I like it when you call out my name when you’re already angry.
- I love how you hold my hands.
- I love how you kiss my forehead during good-byes.
- I love how you kiss my cheeks during Mass.
- I love how you hold my hand during the Our Father.
- I love it when you talk to me things you’re frustrated with.
- I like the way you deal with my brothers and family.
- I love it when you tell me you’re scared of losing me.
- I love it when you kiss me in the hand.
- I love it when you kiss me before bedtime.
- I like it when you wear the jeans I so liked.
- I like it when you let me translate the gay-lingo we hear.
- I like it when you let me decide what to wear.
- I like it when you tell me that the dress looks nice on me.
- I like it when you spoon-feed me.
- I like the curiosity I see in your eyes each time I caught people staring at you.
- I like it when you tell me I’m sexy.
- I like it when you hold my hands and trail me along when we walk on the streets.
- I love it when you hold me tight each time we cross the road.
- I love it when you tell me, “You don’t have anything to be jealous of…”
- I love it when you share me to your parents.
- I love it when you greet me, “Good morning sweetie…” each morning.
- I love it when you text me, “Where are you gorgeous?”
- I love it when we speak good English each time we fight.
- I love it each time you smile.
- I love it each time you make pa-cute when I’m bad trip.
- I love the time we danced like crazy people in the suite.
- I love it each time you smell my armpit.
- I love the scent of your armpits too.
- I love it when you tell me to eat more but not force the food when I start gagging.
- I love it each time you guide me in the movie house.
- I like how you always tell me, “Naano ka man?”
- I love it when you always give me the second spoon of ice cream.
- I just learned that you are now scared of Potato Corner.
- I love it when you tell me, “Yes, boss…”
- I love it when you tell me, “Relax!”
- I like it when you would always tease me about my asymmetrical face.
- I love it when you tell me, “Anything for you hon…”
- I love it when you will ask me to keep your wallet.
- I love competing with your virtual girlfriend.
- I love eating spaghetti with you.
- I love eating barbecue beef teriyaki with you.
- I like the taste of isaw when I’m eating with you.
- I like how you always put your hand on my head under rain.
- I learned that I cannot hide any emotions from you.
- I love it that you can read me from the inside.
- I love it when you tell me, “I’m all yours for the takings…”
- I love the way you make me feel secured by telling me, “I could not ask for more…”
- I love it when you would always tell me, “Ngaa may ma subra pa kay Genzola?”
- I learned that you keep print outs of our pictures together.
- I love it when you eat the rest of my rice.
- I love it when you would call me at home.
- I like it when you show your concern over my hellish emotions.
- I love it when you tell me, “Ikaw pa, kaya na ah…”
- I learned that one of the cherished moments that we have was the time we were scrambling getting into a tinted taxi.”
- I love it when you tell me, “You’re my wife…”
- I love it when you tell me that come the time, you will be the one to walk our kids in the mall.
- I like it when you tell me, “Sunggod ka naman…?”
- I like it when you tell me that you love my knees.
- I love it when you always go gaga over my long legs.
- I love it when you like my tummy even if it already has little folds.
- I love it when you would always remind me to remain fit and sexy even if I’ll have kids later on.
- I love it when you consider me your secretary, manager, pimp and commissioner.
- I learned that even if it annoys me, I still enjoy you playing with my floppy arms.
- I love it when you spoil me like a real brattinella.
- I love it when you always tell me you believed in me.
- I like how you would always text me and ask if I’m home already.
- I love you being close to my father.
- I learned that you are one of the biggest risks I took.
- I learned that I wasn’t prepared for you this soon.
- I love it that we are not the usual item.
- I love it that up to now we still do not know what we are.
- I love our system that when apart, we fight and sleep with it knowing we’ll be okay after waking up.
- I love it when we fight and we’re together we do not let the night slip without fixing things.
- I love that we only share one pillow, one blanket.
- I like the thought of you always counting on all my toiletries.
- I like going to grocery with you.
- I like how you would ask me to buy you pineapple.
- I like it when we would always play the Idiot’s game in your cellphone.
- I love the foot massage experience that we had.
- I love it when you always commend me when I wear nice clothes, put make up and don high heels.
- I like the shawarma rice and watermelon shake combination that we have during movies.
- I like all the Kate Beckinsale movies that we watched together.
- I like going to vacations with you.
- I like staying idle on the beach with you.
- I love that you would always ask tissue papers from me.
- I love seeing you play with kids.
- I love shopping with you coz I always end up not buying anything.
- I love eating palitaw with you.
- I love the thought of you talking with my mama on the phone.
- I love eating cakes with you.
- I love drinking sjora beside you while you drink your frappe.
- I like the tightness of your squeeze whenever I tell you I’m scared.
~to be continued...
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