NINE (vs. 12)

 ** originally written last March 06, 2012

I have been counting the days until we get married by blogging monthly.  Allow this blog to be a bit different because it is exactly nine months before our wedding day PLUS our first year anniversary. 

I still have in me what happened and felt that night.  It was March 6, 2011, a Sunday - the last show of “Jesus Artists Refined for Souls – Friends Forever”.  It was also the same day he met my church family and the second time he saw my parents.  That morning, I was actually already contemplating on giving my “yes” so I was praying and hoping that there would be a sort of a sign, good chance and timing. 

Before and after the play, I introduced him to my friends and their parents so everyone looked at us with a teasing smile (you know how a community church is like).  They just “know” and I was shy of course.   In addition to the jokes of my friends, and stares of titas and titos, they asked us to have our picture taken on stage in front of everyone.   Two of the “everyone” were my parents and as I glanced at them, I saw the big smile on both their faces – all smiles looking at us   And I just knew, I can make it official. SIGN - check!

Timing and chance, next.    

Since the play ended late and I have an early class at Adamson the next day, I took the “chance” to ride with Bryan to Manila.  Praise God for my cousins’ (Tan, Dei and Shei) condo in Manila,  I have a place to crash into.  Our conversation inside his car was light, up until I teased him about Canada.  He jokingly told me that I can leave Philippines and he is actually okay with it.  Our talk went along, until we reached the condominium of my cousins.  Since date no. 1, it has been my ritual to utter “thank you” for each of the things he did for me that day.  So I began saying “Thank you sa pag punta”, “Thank you sa pag-nood”, “Thank you sa pag hatid”, etc.. then he replied (as if nagtatampo) with a “ganyan naman eh, lagi na lang thank you”.  I replied with a smile, then turned my back against him to open the car door.  Before reaching the latch, I looked at him back and without blinking, right straight to his face, after taking a deep breath, I said "I love you too".

Then we exchanged smiles, asaran, eye contacts, tears, laughters and sighs.

 Instead of getting off the car, he shifted to first gear .  We parked then prayed near CCP and Yellow Cab.  We walked from the parking lot side by side and held hands.  I kept on glancing at our clasped hands for I was in disbelief of a breathtaking love story.  Sigh.  I could not ask and will not ask for more. 

And the rest, as they say is HIS-story.

Below are the pictures of the event at church before I said "I love you too".. :)



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