Twenty years of existence. Twenty years and so far, I've spent three birthdays with you.
The first one was when I was still trying to figure out my feelings for you. I was assuming and I guess you were to me as well. You invited me over and I was somewhere between being stoked and being nervous because I thought it was only the two of us. I thought it was going to be my first real date and I couldn't wait to share it with you... until you told me you were inviting her also. False alarm. All the butterflies in my stomach apparently has to leave. I was almost devastated but then I thought; fine. We're friends, what do I expect. But still, fate seemed like it paved its way for us to work our barely existing relationship out. She was gone for awhile 'cause I instructed her to buy our surprise gift (hehe, which I slightly planned actually) and we ended up talking and talking and talking and it felt like melting into each other's souls through the stories we shared while we waited for her to come back. Oh how I wish she didn't. LOL. Anyway, I knew you felt it 'cause I did, and it was just one of the instances wherein I knew you're going to play an important role in my life. And you did, you became my boyfriend five months after.
A year after, nothing grand happened except that our feelings bloomed despite the simplicity of your celebration. I had no gift for you but mom had and we're glad you liked the cordon bleu. Jollibee was great though it's far from exclusive. Sharing the moment with you felt exclusive.
This year, things improved quite a bit. I brought you cupcakes and I'm glad you liked them. We dined and talked like we usually do and I'm glad we did. You told me we can celebrate some other time but I think it will lack essence 'cause today is your birthday and it's much appropriate to celebrate today 'cause it's more special that way. I love you, I wish I'm right where you are.
More birthdays with you to come, please?
