Just Got Lucky
Crystal said something this morning while we were talking about the love of my life that made me write this entry.
Crystal: (While being so kilig with my stories. Haha.) Awwww. A very lucky giiiiirl.
Queenie: Yes, I'm a very lucky girl. (With a big smile on my face. While my heart is jumping up and down for happinessss.)
Yes, I am a lucky girl because I have Jo.
Not only because she has it all...
She's extremely and naturally smart... uh... BRILLIANT (Yeah, better word for her.) She's hot... even without effort. Good-looking. REALLY. She has every right to be proud of her mind as of her soul. Jo, although, some may not agree (HAHA), is genuinely nice. Well, yeah, most will agree.
...But also because Jo is more than those things.
I am a lucky girl because she can act like she is stupid around me even if she knows I will never ever think of her as that. She can act like a kid around me, like she doesn't have an inch of her really vast mind.
I am lucky because she has the courage to look all wasted even when I'm around. Well, yeah, to me, she'll always look great... even with the from-Diliman look and that hindi-pa-naliligo look (yeah I've seen that.)
I am lucky because she holds my hand even when driving. Not that I'm encouraging it... but hey, it's lovely. Dangerous, maybe. But lovely. And because it makes me think that she wants to get every chance to be close to me. And that she won't let anything be a reason for her not to hold my hand.
I am lucky because she commutes for an hour to meet up with me just because and she can wait for me for 4 loooong hours alone. I have always dreamed of having a love who will make me feel like s/he wants to be with me even in distance and commuting and even with the global warming feel. Now, I have that dream.
I am lucky because the weight of her eyes are placed on me. Yes, her stare has this weight that makes me feel... loved and wanted and needed. And maybe, I need to feel that. Yes, Jo makes me feel that way even if I've never said to her what I want to feel.
I am lucky because I get to be close to her. She hugs me a lot. We cuddle a lot. She gives the best-est-est hugs and cuddles in the whole wide world. They're so great to the point that hugs and cuddles are wanted even with the heat of the noon sun.
I am lucky because she dreams with me. We dream together. She tells me of what she wants. Like, she wants to be a Civil Engineer. And she will be one! She wants to build buildings and houses. She dreams with me my UP dreams and Archi dreams. We dream together. Dreams of me designing buildings and houses and Jo building my designs.
I am lucky because, last night, she told me she wants a forever if there is one. Not that, we believe in that still.
I am lucky because she calls me baby and babe and love. I am lucky because she still calls me Queenie. I like it when she calls me names.
[EDIT] I am lucky because it is to her that I sang Power of Two first. :) She had to bear my voice. And she did. :D
I am lucky because she cares for me. Says it all.
I am lucky because she wants to be with me, because I'm her girl. She chose to be with me even if it's hard to be with me. Even if I came from a very bad relationship because I was a very VERY bad girlfriend. She chose to be with me even if my mother is in existence. She chose to be with me even if she knows that it will get hard to be with me.
I am lucky because this almost-perfect-if-not-perfect Jo loves me. And I am lucky because I love her back. Yeah, that's it. I am lucky because I love her. Because I see the good things in her. And the better things. And the best ones. Even the bad ones. And even if I see everything that Jo has, it doesn't change my beyond-beyond-boundaries love for her.
Crystal: (While being so kilig with my stories. Haha.) Awwww. A very lucky giiiiirl.
Queenie: Yes, I'm a very lucky girl. (With a big smile on my face. While my heart is jumping up and down for happinessss.)
Yes, I am a lucky girl because I have Jo.
Not only because she has it all...
She's extremely and naturally smart... uh... BRILLIANT (Yeah, better word for her.) She's hot... even without effort. Good-looking. REALLY. She has every right to be proud of her mind as of her soul. Jo, although, some may not agree (HAHA), is genuinely nice. Well, yeah, most will agree.
...But also because Jo is more than those things.
I am a lucky girl because she can act like she is stupid around me even if she knows I will never ever think of her as that. She can act like a kid around me, like she doesn't have an inch of her really vast mind.
I am lucky because she has the courage to look all wasted even when I'm around. Well, yeah, to me, she'll always look great... even with the from-Diliman look and that hindi-pa-naliligo look (yeah I've seen that.)
I am lucky because she holds my hand even when driving. Not that I'm encouraging it... but hey, it's lovely. Dangerous, maybe. But lovely. And because it makes me think that she wants to get every chance to be close to me. And that she won't let anything be a reason for her not to hold my hand.
I am lucky because she commutes for an hour to meet up with me just because and she can wait for me for 4 loooong hours alone. I have always dreamed of having a love who will make me feel like s/he wants to be with me even in distance and commuting and even with the global warming feel. Now, I have that dream.
I am lucky because the weight of her eyes are placed on me. Yes, her stare has this weight that makes me feel... loved and wanted and needed. And maybe, I need to feel that. Yes, Jo makes me feel that way even if I've never said to her what I want to feel.
I am lucky because I get to be close to her. She hugs me a lot. We cuddle a lot. She gives the best-est-est hugs and cuddles in the whole wide world. They're so great to the point that hugs and cuddles are wanted even with the heat of the noon sun.
I am lucky because she dreams with me. We dream together. She tells me of what she wants. Like, she wants to be a Civil Engineer. And she will be one! She wants to build buildings and houses. She dreams with me my UP dreams and Archi dreams. We dream together. Dreams of me designing buildings and houses and Jo building my designs.
I am lucky because, last night, she told me she wants a forever if there is one. Not that, we believe in that still.
I am lucky because she calls me baby and babe and love. I am lucky because she still calls me Queenie. I like it when she calls me names.
[EDIT] I am lucky because it is to her that I sang Power of Two first. :) She had to bear my voice. And she did. :D
I am lucky because she cares for me. Says it all.
I am lucky because she wants to be with me, because I'm her girl. She chose to be with me even if it's hard to be with me. Even if I came from a very bad relationship because I was a very VERY bad girlfriend. She chose to be with me even if my mother is in existence. She chose to be with me even if she knows that it will get hard to be with me.
I am lucky because this almost-perfect-if-not-perfect Jo loves me. And I am lucky because I love her back. Yeah, that's it. I am lucky because I love her. Because I see the good things in her. And the better things. And the best ones. Even the bad ones. And even if I see everything that Jo has, it doesn't change my beyond-beyond-boundaries love for her.