When life doesnt seem to be adding up… Blame math.

In a couple of minutes, I will be enjoying my Purefoods cornedbeef. Mads, on the other side of the world will be enjoying the famous quarter pounder from Isis. We wanted to eat at the same time. i wanted the burger, she’s been craving for the corned beef.

We are a month shy from celebrating our 2 years of officially being a couple. Of course we have our unofficial count but we’d rather commit that to the gallows of our fun filled memories.

The setting was on a restaurant on stilts, on a coll summer night with thunder storms brewing on the horizon. Words were expressed of which was how we really meant for each other. Words were expressed but was left to battle it out with the storm.

I remember that summer as if it was just last week. Most of the time, you tend to forget the sad memories and keep them locked in a dark dusty crevice of your mind. It was sad. Very sad for both of us. It hurt her the most I’m sure. Her feelings were in a tug of war for the past years and never letting go, always standing up no matter how many times she has fallen in mud. She won eventually.

Yesterday as I was driving home from a meeting at the office, I phoned her. I heard her voice and it sounded like any other wake up call I make to her at 3 in the morning. Squeeky, cute and so warm that you’d want to leap through the phone lines and just give her a great big loving… (they’ve invented so many things from Star Trek, can’t they start working on the teleportation transporter next?) While on the phone driving, I started to cry. Tears rolled down my cheek as I rolled up the car window, useless becuase the front part is not tinted. I told her that I was crying. She likes knowing when that happens for some reason. I also thanked her for being there on the tough and soft moments of my life. She encourages me both ways. She does it like Dr Phil and sometimes like Freddie Roach. Now, Im not saying Pacquiao needs Dr Phil, but I guess Solis’ punches were not strong enough to knock some sense into this knucklehead.

I cry alot these days because Im happy. I used to cry alot because I was so fraustrated. There was a time when I knew I wanted to be successful because I was bitter. So many people did not believe in me that I wanted to prove them wrong. Those successes are short lived. I’d rather do one simple thing out of inspiration than a big thing out of desparation. I cry becuase I am happy. I am happy becuase of Mads. We may not be together physically… It’s now a year and 15-16 days that we have not seen each other, but just like 63 million seconds ago, it seemed as if it was this morning that I last saw her. I can still smell her hair and feel her tiny fingers on my face… another reason for another tear to roll down to my lips.

My food is getting cold. I will just zap it later in the microwave once she logs on with her burger.

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