Happily in love

kinilig ako.

Sometimes I forget that I’m just 18 years old. I took this quiz in fb and guess what, my mental age is more than twice my age. Of course I shouldn’t believe something as trivial as that, but it is a bit disturbing, don’t you think?

I’ve been swamped with work (acads and org) and worries these past few weeks. Just yesterday, I went to the HP Service Center to have my laptop fixed. The repair is supposed to be worth Php1,680, to be paid when I pick my laptop up after it has been serviced. (I was kind of worried that I’ll have to pay the amount right there and then; I mean, I only had enough to pay it and go home. I’d prolly go hungry for the next few days until my aunt deposits my allowance in my ATM on Monday.) I’m hopeful that that price won’t go up because I still haven’t told my dad, and I’m not planning to.

So today, I thought I deserved a break. My classes ended at 2:30, probably the first and last time that this’ll happen on a Thursday, at least for this sem. I was home before 3pm. Partida pa, I talked to Rupert, CMC chairperson. I was looking for E so when I saw R at skywalk, I approached him. I was about to ask him where E was, but he beat me to it. In the end, I was the one who supplied the answer when I remembered I have E’s schedule and checked. She was in class.

I wanted to sleep because my body’s still aching from yesterday’s PE. But I was able to buy ginataang mais from a nearby store and I was feeling fairly cheerful so I didn’t feel tired. I was supposed to write my midtermS (I have three papers, one down) that are all due on Saturday, but I procrastinated, so I drew a floor plan for our second floor, in preparation for the new housemates moving in next sem. Gusto ko lang.

Then he texted that he’s online. He’s early. Haha. So we were talking and… I don’t want to go into details, but…

Yeah, kinilig ako.

Not the usual kilig, the ordinary kilig I feel whenever he says something sweet and kilig-worthy. Not even that different kind of kilig when he says something… XP This time I felt like my heart jumped, or swelled, or thumped. I can’t explain it.

It’s not just what he said, but rather how and when he said it. It’s not just that one statement, but it was a build up. Maybe it’s not just kilig, but pure, intense happiness.

God, yes. I am happy. Was I so stressed recently that I can’t even recognize happiness? I hope not. So I am happy. I’ve been happy and I didn’t notice it until one great wave of happiness hit me. I hope to continue this happiness.

And I hope to be happy each and every moment with you. Thank you for a such a happy day, hon. ** down, forever to go. i love you!

[I suppose I should've posted this in our blog instead since it's a little too mushy. But hey, spread the love, right? And I've been really mushy lately. *wink*]