I've blogged about my relationship with Jeff before, but as far as I remember, that blog was kept private. This, however, is not. So, if you plan on reading this but you're not into cheesy stuff, just stop right here. :)
I'd be lying if I said that back in 2010 I knew what my life would be like in two years - at least I thought I did, but I didn't.
I met Jeff the day after elections in May, and well, this, what we have now, was totally unexpected. Unexpected because we were batchmates in college, we bumped into each other so many times and we had so many common friends. Most of his friends and blockmates became my classmates (even his exes) but not him. Funny thing was (awkward's actually a better adjective for that night,) we already met in 2009. We met at my cousin's party in August and well, we small talked each other. But that ended there cause I got drunk (for the very first time) that night.
Fast forward to May 2010, my cousin was supposed to go out with my college friend and they wanted me there so it wouldn't look like a date (weird, I know. But yeah.) So I asked my cousin to ask a friend to tag along cause I didn't want to be the third wheel. I specifically asked him to bring someone single cause I didn't want issues with a jealous (psychotic) girlfriend - he brought Jeff. The "date" didn't push thru so it turned into a drinking session - from Greenhills, we moved to Ortigas Home Depot to my Lola's house. The day after that drinking session, I was planning to watch the movie The Last Song by myself in Shangri-la - I was super ok with watching alone. I remember chatting with Jeff then and I remember he offered to watch it with me. I told him that I was fine to watch it on my own since I knew for a fact that boys don't really like watching chick flicks. Then out of the blue, I remembered that my cousin had a game that same afternoon so I asked Jeff if he wanted to watch it live instead of watching the movie - he agreed. And there goes our first date.
A few (well, I think it was five days) after we met, I asked him what was going on between us (I know, I was too straight-forward. But come on, we were already going out every single day and texting each other non-stop the day after we met.) I asked just cause I didn't want to get hurt - I wanted to know up to what extent I could allow myself to get attached. After finding out what his answer was, I just let go. I allowed myself to enjoy every second I spent with him. Everything after that day went by so fast and since we were always together, I started falling for Jeff. I was terrified of really falling for him then cause I didn't really have a good background when it came to relationships - I was single the whole time I was in college (I was single since my last relationship ended in 2005.) I did go out on dates though, but none was that serious to take to the next step. Being single that long was a decision I made out of fear of getting hurt - relationship number one (which lasted for five months) ended because then ex cheated on me with his "bestfriend" and relationship number two (which lasted for four months) ended because he wanted things that I did not want at that time (I'll let you fill in that blank.) - And these are only some of the reasons why I was so scared of going serious with Jeff. (Good thing I didn't follow my fears. Haha.) He was aware of my fears and he never made me feel like I was in it alone. He was the easiest person to talk to - we talked about everything (and yes, he did tell me literally everything there was to know about him. He even mentioned things I didn't have to know. But yeah. That's Jeff for you.)
Fast forward to July 2010. I felt like I was already in a relationship with him (minus the label) because of all the arguments and whatnots we've gone through since we met. He "proposed" (I still dislike using this term for that. Proposals are for engagements. Haha.) a week after my birthday. I will not give details as to where we were at that time and how everything happened, but when that happened, I was in a love bubble. Haha. It felt like we were in our own world and nothing could ever come between what we had.
Until this day, I still get butterflies in my stomach when he picks me up from work or when I know we're going to go on a date (which happens every Friday.) It's been two years and five months since that day in May. We are still learning so much about each other, only this time, we discover things together - we're (finally) growing up together. Making plans about our future, talking about getting our own place, getting married, having kids - all that. I am still in that love bubble (except when we fight of course. Jeff turns into The Hulk then and me, well, I turn into a bitch. Haha.) I look forward to that day when we start house-hunting and preparing for "The Big Day." A girl can dream. :)
