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18-O

Hi, Miguel.

I am writing this to remind you of the first night we spent together.

Friday, August 16, 2019. Excitement is an understatement. The word that describes the feeling that we have as the day progresses, and as we move closer to the night has not yet been invented. I was keeping myself busy at work and I know you are too. I was constantly looking at my phone to check how far is it to 5:30 pm even if I know for a fact that I just had lunch.

We kept on sending each other I miss you so much messages to constantly express how much we long to be by each other’s side again. We just need that hug so bad.

Hours had gone by and it was 4:30. I could no longer take the excitement in. I started packing my stuff to leave. I was smiling stupidly as I walk towards the exit, even said good bye to every single person I bumped into on my way out. 

30 minutes before your usual out, I was already at Nitro. As expected, Ate Meryl greeted me with a big smile on her face while handing over the menu. I was hesitating whether to wait for you before I order, but I resolved that we’d probably want to leave immediately as you get here. And of course, I was right.

I saw that big smile of yours as you walked towards me and it never fails to make me smile too. We are stupidly in love.

I felt a different sense of calmness when you hugged me. I was relieved. It was as if I was holding my breath for so long and I finally was able to let that deep sigh out, off of my chest. Your presence, especially your hugs, always gives me the feeling of security, and protection, that I could and would never get from anything or anyone else. You are one of a kind.

We’ve decided to leave a little bit after giving each other a few more hugs and as we finish my Nitro Mocha.

I gave you some buttslaps on our way to the train. We were exchanging green jokes already. The tension just keeps getting higher. If we have an option t teleport to the place, I know we would have. Every second that night matters.

That night was so vivid in my memory: I remember your gentle pulls to keep me out of the puddled grounds because it just rained; I remember you holding my hand firmly as we paved our way on the rocky path to LRT shortcut; I remember you telling me you forgot to buy lighter because you’ve seen people smoking; I remember the long line in the station, you going to the restroom first, looked for me right after, went to accompany me because there was almost no lines for men. Because that’s you, you’d always prefer to be beside me, and to make everything easy and convenient for me. I appreciate all that.

It was breezy in the platform. We were on our usual side. We really have this habit of sticking to things and places and make it exclusively ours. I love that about us. After the first train that was a complete chaos, we rode on the second which is surprisingly not that crowded. Thanks universe.

We had our usual train conversations. How our days went, what happened in the office, and gave each other another set of hugs and back rubs. Cheesy. Despite these, we are still not occupied enough to not be paying attention at where we were already. Cubao seemed too far.

Even the train ride was worth it when you gave me a hug after we stepped out of it. We walked down the stairs with hundreds of commuters, it was tight, it was hot, it was noisy. But we were both happy. Of course, there was another hug before we entered Gateway.

Finally this is it. We did not even notice we’re walking too fast. I remember us arguing whether to buy food or just head straight to the place. Thanks for insisting!! I owe you that.

Even falling in line is amazing with you, Miguel. I remember kissing your cheeks and apologizing for letting you carry my bag.

After we’re done with the dinner, we head to the 7/11 where we bought six beers, a lighter, and a liter of water.

This is it.

I used to hate Cubao. You know that. I’ve always perceived it as an extension of hell but when we went there the first time, you made walking less painful, and waiting for a ride a bonding moment. I thought maybe I should give the place a try. This was over a month ago, and who would’ve thought, that at the same place that we just decided to sit, stop desperately seeking for a ride, and just rest a little bit is the same place that we’ll be staying for the night. This night. If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is. It always finds it’s way to make me change my mind about something through you.

I remember the blank gray and white walls. High ceiling. Andito na tayo, mahal. 

The room is of course just like a typical airbnb but it was perfect and I want us to vividly remember each detail of it.

We were welcomed by a mirrored wall. On our right, the kitchen sinks, some cabinet, and the fridge. As we walk further, there was a brown couch with two brown square-shaped and a huge red heart-shaped pillows. It was leaning on a double-sized bed, with a furry red, blue, and white striped blanket, and four white throw pillows. On our left was the rest room, on our front the TV, and on our right, was the balcony covered in brown-gold curtain with yellow-gold flower embroidery.

I was not even finished checking the place yet when you started kissing me. It was a gentle kiss. A very passionate one. It’s our own way of expressing everything we feel at the very moment. Suddenly, the pain of missing you was gone and shattered into may pieces. It was worth the wait.

We kissed until we’re both naked. We hugged. We never got tired of telling how much we love each other.

We decided to talk and drink, because it’s part of the agenda, but our minds and bodies won’t cooperate. After struggling a bit, we finally succumbed to the feeling and head to bed again to kiss.

Every single kiss is different. It gets better and better.