*Yep this is still part of my month-long celebration of our upcoming 2nd year anniversary.

My first journal entry on you was on 2007. I shared a class with you then but we weren’t really close. We became friends when we became classmates again on Dr. Irabagon’s class [ Medical-Surgical]. In mid- 2008, I was a mess and it was then that we started going out. We weren’t dating but we were going out. We did the going out thing for about 3 weeks[okay, maybe a month] before we became a couple on August 4, 2008. [oo, sinagot mo din ako sa wakas pagkatapos ng tatlong linggo. at nainip ako nun! pero promise, hindi kita niligawan. hindi ako marunong manligaw. Marunong lang akong mag-da muvs! haha!]

Let me go off-track for a while. The paragraph above makes me feel like I am recalling past events for a partner with dementia, kind of like the movie The Notebook where the old husband reads the old wife who has dementia, their life story.

This was my first entry (written on August 24, 2008) on you after we became a couple:

At 6 am my thoughts drifted toward him.

For months, I saw my life take on a completely different route. Road blocks led me to unfamiliar streets and dark alleyways. I felt lost like a traveller without a map. I was filled with fear. I was left in the middle of a strange place with no one to nurse my pain but me.

My Main Man is my Superhero

I was completely broken and I thought like humpy dumpy, no one , nothing could ever put me together again. Then, fate came rushing in with a rescue.

Then came him…

He’s the man I’ve crushed on for a long time. He’s a friend, a familiar face among the crowd but a stranger nonetheless. I was a damsel in distress who needed prince charming to rescue me. He isn’t prince charming though. He is greater than that; more than a pretty face, far better than a magical name.

To everyone else, he is Mark.

To me, he simply is Love.

My friend with a beer in hand

My Coelho with a great story to tell.

My Tristan awakening my primal needs.

He’s the man with a red cape…

who lifted me high

and

flew me to the stars.

They say when one is in love, your inner poet awakens and takes over the soul. I am never good at poetry but my inner poet woke up very early that day to exhaust a few lines out of me. I’ve written [more like attempted] 2 poems for you. the other one was full of repetitive lines. I will get to that soon.