Monday, October 08, 2007
Monthsary and Meeting the Parents
15 minutes to 12am, my phone rang; I received a text message from her asking me what I was doing at this hour. We’ve agreed that I should sleep in early so that I could rest my face and not have more relapses on what happened to me the past week.
I replied to her text that I was waiting for something and that she'll find out soon enough; I knew she already put together what I meant from my reply and I felt happy about that.
I set the alarm on my phone just in case I might fall asleep and miss a minute. My phone alarm rings and I press my speed dial number for hers; she gave me a warm hello and we both greeted each other a happy monthsary.
It's been a month now since she and I became officially together, I still feel like the happiest person on Earth and I feel growth in our relationship; growth that I have longed to have in a relationship, a growth that imbues contentment and profound affection.
She has made me realize that the patience and understanding I showed her would stretch on further and that despite our first argument and the PMS lashings, I still don't feel or carry hurts about what happened.
I love her more than when I realized a few months ago.
Yesterday she finally met my parents. They have two weeks left before they went back to Saudi and I was thrilled that they finally met her, she was shy as I have anticipated and I knew they'll get to ask her questions later.
The talk was quaint and she answered all their questions with ease and mentioned the important details that they’d wonder. I was so proud of her.
Unbeknownst to her, she taught me about something I thought I wasn't capable of by simply being herself, I'll be more patient and wait with the job opportunities however; if that thing that I was waiting for didn't happen then I suppose, I may have to compromise with what's been offered however; I won’t give in to the allure of living abroad –well, not yet anyway.
I keep replaying how she looked yesterday, I was marveling at her beauty, at her sensuality as we sat together, as we talked and listened to the music and the rain. I think about the look in her eyes as I massaged her temple because she had a headache as I whispered prayers of the pain leaving her.
I love her more than I admitted to myself a few months ago.
I'm thankful that I finally have her in my life and not a day goes by that I feel grateful for being loved by her.
Labels: relationship
posted by vinz @ 11:50 AM
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1 Comments:
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At 3:17 PM, Frankie Torrelavega said…
Awwwww... I feel so happy for you. Your girl is definitely lucky. I mean, it's second nature for girls to share mushy stuffs like this... for guys, well, it's a different story... my, my, my, she has all the reasons to love you.
