Romance

This is the first part of our love story. Enjoy!

He refills my glass every time it gets empty

Back in high school, there was this guy I know, but I didn’t consider him as one of my friends. To me, he was just another schoolmate. A lot of my closest male buddies were friends with him. Even so, no friendship was ever developed between us then. Perhaps, at some point, we nod at each other when our path crosses along school grounds but if we really did, I cannot remember. We graduated still strangers to one another. The friendship between me and my male buddies continues even after high school. Sometimes, I still see this guy in several of our get-togethers, but still, we never talked. 

I think our “real friendship” started when we went on vacation with some of our friends in Boracay (one of the most beautiful Island in the Philippines). On that trip, I found out that he is not snob at all, which I thought he was. I learned that he is sensible to talk to and has unlimited supplies of funny things to say that brought me writhing in laughter. Since then, he became a regular person in my life. He became my constant text-correspondents. He joined my friends when they visited me at home. I found out a lot of things about him, the good side, and even the darkest side. I am good at persuading people to tell me more than what they want to share.  I guess it’s the Social Worker in me, always probing and digging deeper. And this guy did not escape the nosy me. He let on more than he should. Although, I truly like him as a friend, it crossed my mind, never to date a guy like him.

As months passed by, our friendship continues to grow. There were times when I and my other friends visit his place, which at that time, he occupies alone. It’s their “other house”. It’s near where I used to work, so there were numerous occasions when I attend to his invitation to have dinner with him, and sometimes he invites our friends to come over too. He cooked for me/us, he refilled my glass when it gets empty and he won’t let me help him clean up after eating. He turned out to be one of my favorite male friends because I can ask him to do almost anything for me when I’m too lazy to it for myself, which happens a lot.  Whenever he visits home, he’ll text me first and asks what I want to eat. I’m not shy, not to my closest friends at least, and we were close friends at this point. I will tell him what I want, and viola, he will arrive home carrying my most-wanted-to-eat-food. Also, in several get-togethers with friends, we always arrive together because we arranged to meet at one place before heading towards our hang out place. He always carries my stuff too. Before I even realized how close we were, he became more and more involved in my life. He called every morning to wake me up, so that I will not be late for work. He was the last person to say goodnight to me, through text or phone call. He’s my new male-best-friend.

Did I feel then that he has special feelings for me? No. I’m dense, that’s what my friends told me. I will never assume or even suspect that a guy is hitting on me even if, his actions speak louder than words. I’ve been around male species long enough to understand that their sweet gestures do not always mean, “I like you more than friends”.   Turned out, my friends were right. He likes me more than friends. When he told me so, I don’t know what to do. He’s nice and all, but I still have trust issues. What I know about his past didn’t help either. I think I like him then too, but I was afraid to commit and make another mistake. I told him I can’t return his love and we can just stay friends. However, I cannot forget the way he treated me. He’s the only person I know who will constantly refill my glass when it gets empty, without being told. I also think he can be a good boyfriend or is he?

I thought things will change between us after that. After all, the pursuit was over. For me, everything was just a show, a part of his plot to win my heart. His way of letting me see him as a wonderful guy, someone he thinks I will never resists.  I was wrong. He stays the same and even better. He said, he enjoys treating me that way, and he will not ask anything in return. Being friends is alright with him, he just wants to continue taking good care of me. He said, I made him a better person and he wanted to continue that way.

Five years have passed, and that guy remains to be one of my faithful friends.  He did not change a little. I can say that I know him better now. I can trust him with all my heart and I know he will never get tired of loving me no matter how complicated I could get. Today, I remember that time when he refills my glass with water over and over again and my heart swells because he’s still doing that for me and more. I realized long time ago that it’s not part of the plan, its part of who he really is. I think, at that early stage of our friendship, I already know I want someone like him, I just don’t want to admit it or I was just too focused on what’s wrong rather than what will truly make me happy. I’m glad that I made the right decision in allowing myself to fall in love with this guy, five years ago. I’m thankful to God because he gave me such a wonderful guy for a future husband. I never asked for him. God gave him to me because He knows what I need. A guy who will be constant in taking good care of me and do things for me, because I’m too lazy even for my own good. A guy who will say I’m beautiful every single day, because I can be insecure. A guy who will endure my mood swings and still love me for it, because I have the worst PMS. A guy I can trust, because I’ve been too afraid to trust for a long time.

Some of you might say this guy must be crazy to withstand all of who I am. Maybe he is, but you know what? I may not be the perfect girl. Yet, this guy will tell you, as he tells me over and over again, that I made him a better person and he did the same to me. I guess we’re just lucky.

I hope you enjoyed reading that glimpse from our history and did not fall asleep in the process. Thanks for being here! Have a loving day everyone!

PS. This is supposed to be an anniversary post, which was last Friday. However, I’ve been busy. I don’t want to let the occasion passed without  honoring it by writing a blog post.