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October 11, 2011

Here is my bestfriend/boyfriend, Mr Krist Kevinson Galicia, a civil engineering graduate and a charmer. It’s our 1st year anniversary and I thought we were just going out for a movie and a dinner, and it was fine with me. I just thought everything was planned out. So, we met at the mall for a movie but when we were there it turns out there were no platinum seating scheduled for that day so we had to move to another mall. I was disappointed cause I expected him to have checked for the schedule and if the seats were reserved, but it was ok I was trying to be patient cause it was our day. Before the movie we agreed to first eat lunch, so he asked me where I want to eat. I was again disappointed cause I thought that he should have been the one deciding where we should eat. I let it pass cause I was really hungry so we ate at the first restaurant we saw. 

He said he didn’t bring enough money and we had to go to his house to get it and cause he planned to go to dinner at Tomas Morato (A street well known for the restaurants around it), so I said fine. 

When we went home, there it was his grand surprise. It was like a dream, a movie you never think would have happened to you. I was laughing cause I cannot believe that it was happening to me and let alone him be the one doing the grand gesture. Knowing him before our relationship, he was never capable of doing anything sweet let alone this grand.

There were petals and candles all over the floor and his carpet all cleaned out whereas usually it would be atrociously dirty. There was the sweet strawberry incense that filled the whole room leaving no trace of it’s usual smell. There were tall red curtains from ceiling to floor with pictures of us all around. On the center wall was an A3 sized poster of our picture during the day of our thesis defense, a huge mark on our lives because it symbolizes the our biggest ordeal during that time.

And in the center was his round study table where the books, papers, and supplies usually clutter it. Now what was on the table was a white table cloth and two chairs covered with red cloth, plates stacked together like in a fine dining, utensils aligned on the side, and 3 glasses for water, juice, and wine. There was music, all my favorite was there and some other music he thinks I would like, and he was certainly right I liked them all. It was like clicking genius on the ipod and it was arranged on a certain way, an album for every program and every course of the meal, every tiny detail was thought over carefully.

I was overwhelmed and speechless, all I did was laugh and smile. When we entered, he danced me to the music just like we usually did a year ago and he was shaking and sweating, really really nervous with all what is happening. He let me sit, and gave make a bouquet of beautiful pink roses. And then the food started arriving. There were he’s cousins all dressed up for the occasion eager to serve the food that he cooked for the two of us. First was the juice to refreshen us up, it was my favorite, fresh pineapple juice. Then there was the egg-drop soup with corn. I looooove soup whenever we go out, I would usually order for a soup. I like how it cleans my throat and warms up my tummy. I was surprised with the next meal, it was a salad with sweet fruits like apple, peaches, and corn. He wouldn’t normally eat that sort of food, he doesn’t like salads. But he knew I’d love the crunchiness of the apple and the sweetness of the peaches and corn and all the green leaves. Before he leave to prepare for the entré, he gave me a gift to occupy me when he was gone. When we was gone, I took of my shoes and walked and sat on the carpet and petals, looked at all the pictures, and read the card he gave me. I was moved because all I ever wanted was there. He knows me like an open book and he accepted me as I am even with everything he knows about me. He came back with the biggest slices of steak on the plates and every bite was juicy and sweet just the way I like them. The last was the dessert the chocolate cake, I can still taste it up to now. It was dark and sweet, it was heavenly. We took pictures with my favorite old-school style camera: the Polaroid. He was even more charming all throughout the night even though he looks really really nervous. I can’t believe how much he’s changed and still be the same charming man I loved a year ago. We talked and laughed and fell in love again.

You know how terrible my memory is. One day, my memory will even be worst than a goldfish and when that day comes, we could read this together so that we’ll remember every single detail of one of the most memorable days of our lives. Cheers to the first and to the years that are soon to come! My heart is yours, I love you Krist. 

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