Still a Beautiful Night

November 6, 2011

Sunday

“I love you so much.” – these are the words that I wanted to remember the most from our 20-minute conversation last Saturday, November 5. If not for that argument, he would not have approached me personally to settle our misunderstanding.

It all started when he talked to me saying that we should not steal any scene that night since it’s our friend’s despedida and she should have the stage. I was kind of drunk that time already and have just vomited about a ‘liter’ of what I have consumed. I told him that that was the situation and I am not trying to steal any scenes.

Our argument happened outside the condo unit while I was trying to call my friend as I have been told she left the building because we already took the piss out of her. I admit that I have raised my voice during our argument and I was crying again. Perhaps, I’m being too sensitive as I’m really feeling bad that time.

So my friend (the one who’s about to leave for Singapore in 3 days time) came back after an hour and I told her that I’m really sorry and that I am not trying to steal or make any scene. She totally understood me and even said she was not thinking about it in the first place. She left because she and her boyfriend just needed time to be alone as they will be missing each other so much and could not even imagine being apart for two years.

           Going back to our argument, it has been fixed the next morning when he took the initiative to talk to me seriously. He said ‘sorry’ for more than ten times, we hugged each other for like five times and reassured ourselves that everything is good between us.

            But what struck me the most was when he told me, “I love you so much and I miss you so much.” I told him that perhaps, he was just drunk so he’s saying those things but then he told me he isn’t and that he’s very serious about it.

           “You deserve to be happy Grace. Be selfish. You deserve someone better, someone who’s more gwapo, more matalino, more matangkad. Fuck them. Fuck him. Get over our college life ‘coz it’s already in the past.”

          Yeah. He’s definitely right. He bombarded me with a lot of ‘sermon’ that morning and it worked. For real. Big time. Funny how a one night gathering is all that I need to wake up from a not-so-good dream of six years.

          I am awake now. I truly am. I couldn’t be more thankful to him for everything he’s done. It turned out he remembered everything that happened. That’s cool. :)