Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I watched “Paris Je T’aime”(a collection of 5-minute films about people finding and experiencing love in different forms, in unlikely places) with Pat. It made me wonder how our relationship will be portrayed if we were part of that film.
Are we going to be the individuals who ran circles around each other for years, interacting with one another but never really seeing each other until that one perfect moment? Are we going to be the great friends who unknowingly fell for each other? Am I going to be the bully who demands things from her man because she knows he’ll give in? ^_____^
Personally, I prefer our story to be shot on a good day with several flashbacks of our worst. I want the good to be emphasized because a hundred worst days with him are worth a great one with anybody else. And because finally, here is a person who complements me in every way. I would like to think that I complement his life as well.
We could talk for hours about UAAP, the situation of our brave soldiers in Basilan, the inefficiency of our government, love, our future together, our kids and our plans for them, our past, religion, almost anything that we could grapple our minds into. But we could also spend a whole day with not so much of a conversation; our exchange of words limited to repeating my moniker for him in different tones and voices.
When things start to get stale and boring, we try something new. Like going to a spa, or visiting Manila Zoo and start feeling sorry for the animals in the cages, or waiting for the elusive sunset in Harbor Square while sharing calamares and not-so-spicy gambas.
We usually have our fights days before I get my period. I would be extremely moody and hateful and cry for no reasonable reason. It’s a no-win situation for him because nothing he’ll do will ever be right. But after a day of no talk and crying, he would be the first one to break the silence and apologize and literally sweeten me up through a bar of chocolate (conveniently forgetting that he frequently asks me to jog with him so I could shed a few pounds).
Apologizing would come easier for him that it would for me.
Kathy once asked me if I think Pat is The One because I want him to be that way. In a way, yes, I want him to be The One so bad that I would do everything in my power to make the “us” part work.
But mostly I know that he is The One because he is a person I know I could live with; who wouldn’t think less of me when I walk around the house without brushing my hair or teeth (not a pretty sight or smell); who probably couldn’t cook but would make me laugh with his sincere attempts; who would love my dogs as much as I do.
I see myself making pancakes for him the morning and giving him a massage at night. I wouldn’t mind learning his boss’s favorite dish so he could invite him over for dinner. I want to sit in the gondola with him when I go to Venice. I want to read my favorite books to his kids.
Halfway through the film of “Paris,” I rested my head on his shoulders and tightened my hold of his hand. I closed my eyes and tears involuntarily fell. I thought that here is a spot where I wouldn’t mind staying for the rest of my life.
***While chomping on raw fish last night, I complained to Pat that raising kids are so expensive that by the time we would be able to afford to travel the world we would be so old. Then I stopped. Mental images of me and Pat silver-haired and crinkly aboard a gondola, kissing under the bridges suddenly became a bright idea.
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3 Comments:
girl, i'm so happy for you =)
i hope that he really is the one for you...
may your life with him be blessed and fruitful in every way =)
shetttt, naiiyak ako ampota (ops, excuse the profanity). hahahaha. gaaaaaaaah, naiiyak talaga 'ko dito pramis!!! hahaha. (haha wala akong masabi sa kilig aray ko puso ko!)
san nyo pinanood yung movie? i wanna see it to. although wala akong ka holding hands haha.
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