What are weekends for?
There’s
always something special about weekends. It’s when you can have the whole day
hanging out with people who make you happy in different ways. It’s when you can
spend most of your time going crazy and laughing over random things. It’s when
you can de-stress yourself and relax for a while. But that’s not what makes my
weekends special. Not regularly, but this is when I get to spend more than 24
hours with the one I love. It’s when I get to live his life for a day and be
with his family too. It’s when I can play my girlfriend role for lots of hours
and don’t get tired doing it. For 24 hours, I get to be with him and show him
what life is all about when you’re with the one you love. It’s the time of the
week when I realize how tough my week went from Monday to Friday, but he simply
kisses the exhaustion away that makes the complicated easy. These days make me
think how wonderful life is. Just loving him makes me the happiest kid, and
knowing that he loves me more makes me feel like I’m in heaven.
I
could blame all the tingling sensation to the love hormones that my body keeps
on producing every time he’s near. Sometimes it’s too much; I can feel the
sudden urge to come close, hang on and don’t let go. The love hormones are just
too active these past few days that my mind wouldn’t make me sleep in time. I
eat a lot (but responsibly). I would find myself thinking about him in the
middle of a job task. I even smile when the thinking crosses the line.
Sometimes I would make an excuse, run to the bathroom, then scream silently
because I feel so kinikilig just
thinking about him. When he says good things I’d love to hear face-to-face, it’s
truly breath-taking that makes me run out of words.
Then
there’s the planning of the future that makes me feel so serious and sure about
what we’re doing. I love the way he tells me what he wants without that
impression of a manly demand (A manly demand is like “I want this so you MUST
follow me whether you like it or not, if you seriously love me.”) Instead, he’s
telling me what he wants, involves me in it, asks for my opinion, and asks me
what I also want. This relationship is a great team, complete with perfect
plans and communication.
Alongside
seriousness, I’m also glad that we’re happy being simple. At their home, we do
nothing but lie down, sleep, and watch random TV shows. I would make him sleep
until we both fall asleep. We talk about things that make us laugh for seconds.
We sit side by side comfortably even in silence. We share the same blanket. We
eat together when it’s time. I’m extremely happy for all these things we do
because we’re together. I miss this every day. I wouldn’t wish for time to
speed up just so I can be with him. Time will not keep the love alive. I would
rather wish for us to be stronger through the test of time because love only
becomes unbreakable when worked out by two people. Love remains when two people
agree to never give up on each other.
Right
now, I feel nothing else but joy. I feel so in love like this is the first
time, like everything falls into the right place. Everything he does makes me
feel that I never made the wrong decision. I love him every day. I love him
every second of my life. I couldn’t tell you more how much I do love him, but I
can tell you how long it will last—forever. I love him forever and a day.
