Happy 25th Birthday, My Love.

To the most kindest, understanding, sweetest, humble man (with a mix of weird and funny) I know. Happiest birthday! Thank you for the smiles. They're always bigger when you're around.

WILMINGTON Weekend

To visit my friend, Rona, in Wilminton, North Carolina has been a part of my little bucket list ever since she moved here to America 3 years ago. And at long last, I can put a check mark to that on my list, thanks to my very supportive boy-friend who rented a car for us and drove 9 hours to get there. It was quite a trip but all worth the weekend of spending quality time with one of my bestest friend and being introduced to her laid-back, beautiful hometown.

Arrived in Rona's home at 5 o'clock in the morning, and just about to sleep. We later woke up around 9 in the morning to get ready for a short roundabout in Wilmington.

Finally got to ride in Rona's baby and had my first experience with her driving (and I must say, she's a great driver!)

 Rona's room in her apartment. I love her little corner of string lights and photos by her bed.

Exchanging meets! Rona met Dexter, my boyfriend and I met hers, Shane.

It was pouring hard that day, but it didn't stop our plans from going out. We rose to the occasion! And just before sunset, the rain had stopped and we landed with our Chucks on the beach.

Our second/last day in North Carolina (didn't exactly happen in North Carolina) was at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. It was almost a 2-hour drive away Wilmintgton.

It was a pretty good day on our last day there considering the warm weather and all the fun we had.

Until next time, Rona and Wilmington...

That Central Park Bench

New York City is where our love was bred and Central Park was the next trip we went to for our first date together after visiting St. Patrick's Cathedral. We decided then that we would try to slowly tour around all the attractions and sceneries in the park - in different days, of course. Strawberry Fields was the first location I suggested we go since I wanted to show you the caption "Imagine" on the memorial mosaic. That day I was wearing my gray cardigan which I've also kept for the sentimental value of my Mama, it's the only clothing I have left that she fixed and sewed together a ripped part on the left arm of the cardigan before she passed away. I was telling myself that I'd tell you about my Mama and my gray cardigan but we got so busy having fun walking around the park that I totally forgot about it. The day grew hotter and I took off my cardigan, tied it around my bag, and hadn't thought about placing it inside my bag instead. We took pictures together, held hands while walking and happened to come across a turtle crossing the pavement to the other side of the grass. We're no longer at Strawberry Fields but some place in the midst of the park surrounded by so many trees, until then, I realized my cardigan was no longer tied around my bag. I started to panic, knowing that was the only effort I have left of my Mama's sewing talent. I told you the story about it, and you told me to calm down, that we'd trace our path back to where we started. I was already sweating bullets pacing faster and faster, keeping my eyes open to the possibility of finding it. We passed the area where we encountered the turtle and back to the little garden tunnel where we took pictures, and there it was, my cardigan was found placed on top of a bench. Feeling so relieved, we sat down to catch our breath on the bench next to where it was. I sighed with much more relief. We looked around and found a quote screwed on the bench written on a silver plaque, by Irinochka, it read "May not always be right, but never wrong." In response to that, I said, "Mama, what are you trying to tell us?"

Sometimes life brings us to a certain situation where we know that what we're doing is wrong, but because were trapped inside this box of elation, we continue to do whatever it is that makes us happy. When we talk about love, maybe even true love, the wrong things may not always be wrong because there is no wrong when it comes to love.

What we had or what we did wasn't right because you were stuck in a relationship with someone else. Although, that day, I took it as a sign. Maybe it was all meant to happen. Going to Central Park, losing my cardigan, finding it on the bench, and realizing that someone must have placed it there - to whomever it was, thank you. Maybe this is all meant to happen. Maybe we are meant to happen.

Dear ____,

I don't know much about you yet, and I guess that's what intrigues me. You've definitely caught my attention.. and kept it without much effort. I don't even think you realize how much I'm enamored by you. It's been such a long time since I've felt this way.. and maybe it's because I didn't let myself fall for anyone else after I got my heart broken way back then. But now.. it's different. You've reminded me about something that I almost completely forgot about, and that's how wonderful it feels to have butterflies in my stomach whenever I see someone special, the simple instance of when that special someone comes to mind.. a smile comes across my face in a split second, and how it feels to be genuinely happy again.

I don't know what's going to happen for us; maybe we'll end up together, or maybe everything will fall apart as soon as it had started.. but all the same.. thank you. Thank you for reminding me that I can fall for someone else, and develop feelings for someone new. I really hope the next boy and first man I end up with though.. is you.

Infinite and Intimate

I never expected any of this to happen to the both of us. We kept telling each other that we need to have some distance but it seems like the more we try, the harder it gets and the easier for us to fall back into each other's arms.

You've absolutely no idea how slowly and suddenly I'm falling for you. My knees figuratively bent down when you brought me to St. Patrick's Cathedral with you to pray the rosary after the mass. And that was when I found that one thing I've been looking so hard for in a guy lately - your character. It's you.

Every space fits perfectly when drawn together like a puzzle and each second that we spend together, near or far, I say, is a blessing.

Thank you, for being my infinite and intimate.