The Story of How We Came To Be

Because I want this time to be immortalized. This may not mean anything to all other people but it means something to me… 

sunset at Siquijor

A Memory

It was a Saturday, 10 days before we were scheduled to leave for Siquijor via Tagbilaran. You were supposed to work that day, but we met at the mall anyway. No sooner had I figured out that you intentionally dodged from work to be with me. Well, part of the reason at least. We talked for a long while but truth be told, I never noticed. With you, it always seems that time is suspended. We talked, we laughed and we wondered how we could be so open to each other when we can’t seem to disclose certain things to our respective friends.

And then we had to part ways – I to my event with another friend and you to home. My friend had to withdraw cash though so we were once again left to ourselves. During that little space in time, we had talked about relationship labels. You had asked me with the courage you could muster and caution in your voice, “If I asked you THE question, what would your answer be?” you asked. I could only look you in the eye and smile. “What are you doing? Are you thinking?” you asked again. You were waiting for an answer but I could give you none at that moment. Once again, you have caught me off guard – in a good way mind you. I was happy. “Are you asking NOW?” finally, I asked you back. After a while, you told me in the negative. You wanted it to be special when you do, you said.

Forward to 11 days later. We left CDO in the eve of the 28^th. We arrived at the resort in Siquijor around 2:30 in the afternoon on the 29^th. After unpacking, we were just lounging around, lying in bed. You got your playing cards and we played 4 different games, 2 of which you had to teach me first. We had a deal, it was a raise to three type per game. Whoever has three wins first gets to have a truth or dare option that can be used for the duration of the vacation. I ended with 3 wins and you with 1.

I used my first win a bit later.

My First Question

“This keeps coming up in our conversation. Tell me all about your heartaches and heartbreaks.” I asked.

You were silent for a while.  Then, you started your story. I listened hard, intent on learning your life, who you were and what parts made you, YOU.

After that, we went on to discuss about other things. The subject on creating special moments came up. “It might just be the writer in me talking, but those described in movies and in books? Like how the sunlight falls on her face or how the wind blows her hair…those moments were not scripted. It’s special because it just is. Because there were feelings involved.” I distinctly remember me saying. You had agreed. But more than that, it was also that moment that brought you back to the question you posed 11 days prior.

Your Turn

“So, if I ask you now, what is your answer?” you asked.

“Just to be clear, are you using your turn now? Are you asking your question now?” I replied in reference to your single win.

You were hesitant. You didn’t want to use your turn as you explicitly said so. When I told you I couldn’t give an answer because you weren’t really asking, it was only then that you decided to use your turn. But I wanted to hear the question from you. Understandably though, you had just finished telling me your story of heartaches. You had opened up and your fear of rejection had resurfaced.

Truth be told, I had my answer ready long before you asked your question. But I needed you to be sure.

I tried to explain that me not answering was not a form of rejection. I tried to explain that before I give you an answer, I needed you to do something, not for me but for yourself. I tried to explain that I needed you to be sure that you are actually asking the question, that you are sure you want me to be a part of your life. You were talking about ‘what if’s’ and that’s a pretty dangerous question. “It may be a very bad analogy but it’s the only thing I can think of right now. It’s like when you are preparing to cook for dinner and you ask me whether I want veggies. Depending on my answer, your action would vary.” I tried to explain.

But try as I might, the wheels in your head had already started turning. You were thinking about giving up. You thought I was rejecting you. And so you started to open up some more. About your fears. About the depth of your feelings. About the time you figured out I was special to you in more ways than one.

I was in trance. I was in cloud nine. You know that feeling when you look at someone you love – yes, I had already started loving you – and you just can’t get over the kilig but at the same time you just want the other person to stop talking? Well, that was how I felt.

I came out of my reverie when I realized you were really considering giving up. I had to stop you somehow, had to find a way to shut you up. And so I did. I kissed you. In a moment of spontaneity, I leaned in and kissed you.

But you know what? I think I was more surprised. If a person was suddenly kissed, initial reaction would be shock. The kind that leaves you paralyzed for a moment and makes you wonder whether what happened just happened. But with you it was different. You were stunned for the briefest of a millisecond. For you then kissed me back. You put your arm around me and kissed me back. I felt elated. It was like that scene in the movie and that part in the book wherein everything is seen through rose-colored lenses.

I had explained the depth and the intensity to which I feel for you. I told you that I had wanted to say yes but that I needed you to be convinced yourself – that this was what you actually wanted. But you were already thinking about giving up. And if the price I have to pay for waiting you to acknowledge what you want is losing you and you giving up on me, then I’d rather give you my answer right there and then.

And that was how WE came to be. How the I’s became a We.

My Second Turn

Much later that night, after dinner and some strolling around, we finally got back to our room and prepared for sleep.

It was then that a stroke of inspiration touched me. I was ready for my second question.

You didn’t want any more excitement, you said. That it had been a very eventful day and your poor heart can’t take any more surprises. But as stubborn as you were, I was double that. And so I asked you my second question.

“Were you ever jealous of any of the guys I talked to you about?” I asked.

At first you were neutral about it; saying that it was just who I was and it was just how I interact with other people. But later on, it slipped. You had revealed that you were jealous of an officemate of mine. Not in so many words, I might add but the message was loud and clear. You even mentioned that during our Dakak trip a few weeks prior, there were moments that you wanted to kiss me but you had to stop yourself because said office mate was there. You were too cute, I tell you. But we ended that night with my assurance and your trust.

The Third: A Promise

The next 2 days were exciting enough. Full of adventure and happy accidents. But it was during the third and last night in Siquijor, before we were bound for an overnight stay in Cebu with your relatives, that I was ready for my third turn.

It was already an eventful day and you tried getting out of my third and final win.
“It’s not really a question, nor is it exactly a dare. It’s more of a promise.” I told you. It was just then that you asked me what I wanted for my third win.

I looked at you in the eye and you looked into mine. And then I said, “Tell me you love me when you mean it. And ONLY when you meant it.” You nodded your head and said ok.

Now, now. Before I move on, let me explain something first so that I may always remember what made that night extra special. For the past days, since we arrived at the Island of Fire, we had already established sleeping patterns. We would sleep on the opposite ends of the bed intent on getting rested. But somehow, in the middle of the night, we would stir up just enough to look for the other and we would end up sleeping in an embrace. The third night was no different.

But when you reached out for me and I scooted closer to you, there was something more. You had enveloped me in a tight embrace. I felt secured and I felt the intensity of your emotions. You had kissed me on the forehead and then you kissed me on my cheek just beside my ear before whispering those three little words. “I LOVE YOU” you said.

I wasn’t sure whether you knew I was awake. You didn’t see but I smiled a big, big one. It was only after my heart settled that I kissed you back and told you I felt the same.

100 Happy Days Challenge: Day 98 and 99

Happiness is...

   ...a weekend adventure. First time at Dapitan. yipey!
   ...hands. ❤_❤
   ...teddy bear. Meet Tipi! ^_^

Temper's new baby brother: Tipi

   ...surviving the long non-stop trip.
   ...everything in between. ;)
   ...friends.
   ...getting to Day 99 and anticipating Day 100.
   ...getting home.
   ...❤❤❤

*soOo many photos to choose from, gonna upload one soon*

100 Happy Days Challenge: Day 97

Happiness is...

   ...Friday.
   ...free Nestle creams. haha :D
   ...readying for a weekend trip. Dapitan, here I come. :)

going on a trip

100 Happy Days Challenge: Day 78

Happiness is...

   ...having friends over. ;)
   ...food experiment
   ...hiking. Re-visiting places full of childhood memories. 
   ...photo shooot!
   ...having him around. <3
   ...friends and him getting along... ^_^
   ...fun!

Sekyup Adventure

100 Happy Days Challenge: Day 43

Happiness is...

   ...breakfast at the local market.
   ...an adventure (spent the day at Mapawa Adventure Park in Malasag. Friends decided to take a dip in the stream and bathed under the falls. Me? Sleeping. haha)
   ...friends ;)
   ...spending time with Mother Nature

Day 43 of 100HappyDaysChallenge
~mapawa adventure

Tarzan and Jane

                   I had a dream again. I guess my subconscious had a meeting and decided ‘movies’ as their theme. Because the days before, it was like the BLACK SWAN. Last night, I got the feeling of being in a shoot with Tarzan and Jane (and no, I wasn’t the damsel in distress, I felt like being Tarzan.. haha :D). Only, there were many people (who eventually died in the end), many complications, a lot of booby traps and even more snakes!

                It all started out in an immersion, the place was really far and beautiful; away from modern civilization. The kind of place where you’ll have to cross rivers and climb mountains. We were to stay with a tribe. I guess it took more than a day to get there ‘coz when we stop in a hut to rest for the night, there was a bar of signal left when I looked at my phone. I even recalled calling my mom and dad because I left something.

Photo from Google Images

                The next thing that happened was purely unexpected. We were all now dressed in tribal clothes. By tribal, I meant pieces of clothes here and there covering some parts of the body but still managing to reveal most of the skin. Quite sexy, really. Plus, I had no ‘excesses’. Haha :D not that it really mattered though, the me in the dream wasn’t really me. Literally! It was someone else posing as me. I mean, it was a different person but I got the distinct feeling it was me. And oh, this was the time I exhibited the cool dude’s character. Just like the typical hero, he got wounded on the earlier part but he made it out alive in the end.

                Or on second thought, maybe I didn’t turn out to be a dude. It’s just that during the second chapter of the dream, I was omniscient. I knew what the other characters in my dream were feeling. But it was quite limited, though. My awareness was centered on the two characters I’d like to call Tarzan and Jane. (Or maybe I was both Tarzan and Jane?)

                I’m just speculating here, but it seemed that the tribe we were supposed to immerse with got caught in a tribal war and the participants of the immersion were left with no choice but to fight for our survival as well.

                It all started with a light atmosphere. Everyone was joking around while trying to learn about the culture. At one point, Tarzan went out the other way, where the other tribe was. Jane was about to stop him when the chief said that there were some things we have to learn on our own. So the group let Tarzan continue. Jane thought nothing of it since the chief and the others were amused at Tarzan so Jane just let it pass thinking there must be a joke awaiting Tarzan.

                The next I knew, everyone was running across the forest. It seemed that the attack had began and the tribe was fleeing for dear life. We were advised to run, not to stop and always look ahead. The enemies had miniature arrows as bullets. Poisonous if I may say, since it only takes one to kill you. People were falling here and there. The rain of arrows only stopped once we passed the forest and came into an open field. Here, the enemies were the snakes.

                Now, the snakes attack in groups. You never know where they are. They only attack once and you get to be bitten only once. I mean, when you get bitten, you are sure to die in an instant. Apart from that, once the snakes strike, they freeze on their spots. They won’t move and they harden as if they are only staffs (remember Moses and his staff that turned into a snake? Just like that only in reverse.). 

                Now, in the field, there was a certain area where people of the other tribe were lined up in two columns. For some reason, despite the fact the field was huge, we had to pass between them. When we were about to step in, the men sprang up into action. They pointed their spears in our faces. There was a girl who said that she would be willing to stay behind but a man rose up and said she couldn’t possibly do it. So, the girl pushed the man away and into the pointed spears. Apparently, in order to pass, a life must be sacrificed. We were able to pass thanks to the man who unwillingly sacrificed his life.

                As soon as the last man from our tribe passed the last sentinel of the other tribe, the snakes attacked. All the members of the other tribe was bitten. So was half of our men. The patterns the snakes made were beautiful. (Apparently, the camera man in my dream was brilliant. He showed me an aerial view and the snakes in a circular pattern with their rigid bodies and people at the center were just amazing).

                Anyway, back to the running, the miniature arrows and a whole lot of snakes. Running through the forest again. People were dying one after the other. The dream ended (‘coz I had to wake up) when Tarzan and Jane reaching the heart of the forest. The setting was beautiful if not for the circumstances with lakes and falls and different trees and flowers. Until the end, Tarzan and Jane were running. They thought that everything unpleasant had ended when they reached the lake. Once in the lake, the guardian of the place – a huge snake – awakened. This snake went after them (the chasing never stops). The dream ended with Tarzan and Jane’s retreating backs.