Many people claim that they are weird and despite the unconventional me, I happen to be one of them. Often, I find myself drifting to some fantasy land, imagining scenarios that would never come to life. I even remember that as a kid, I would go to our garage every afternoon and do some monologue, as if I’m in a telenovela of sorts. When I’m not so busy living in my own world, I’d go questioning things. Like if one should be contented in life or should he be not and continue to strive for more? Or why people go to great lengths just to fill their bank account when in fact, you couldn’t bribe Satan when he welcomes you in hell. Sometimes, I wonder if God’s plans are laid out in some kind of a flowchart such that we still have to suffer the consequences of our own actions. Because otherwise, why the need to decide? It’s like saying that babies are condemned to be angels or demons the moment they’re born.

I don’t know if such thoughts ever crossed a normal person’s mind but these, my friends, and more are what keeps me awake late at night. Why you’d often caught me lost in thought and why I don’t trust anyone with them. But there’s this quote that goes,

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

And I’m lucky that I have found my perfect match. The one person I could sit with for hours and not run out of topic to talk about. The sole being that could make me burst into laughter in no time and make my eyes misty just by setting his voice one tone up. He’s the one man that did not simply tried to know me but also exerted some great deal of effort to understand me, to figure me out and as much as I hate it, predict me.

For the first time ever, I felt comfortable being with a living creature other than the rabbits at our backyard. Slowly, he managed to turn off the force field that I so painstakingly built around my fragile heart. I gave him my trust and entrusted him with my deepest secrets.

In his person, I found a prince charming who’s “never romantic” but somehow, always sweeps me off my feet by saying, or rather writing, something like

“But burning my ass wouldn’t be as fun without her beside me. (She’s the one who makes everything nice. ‘La lang)”

But of course it’s not only his words that melts my heart and drops my jaw. His acts of love, ranging from holding my hand while crossing the road to hugging me after I scratched his arm with my nails, always makes me want to thank God for him.

We came from two opposing poles of life but needless to say, we sought balance and learned to accept our differences. It wasn’t easy for he’s got his own vices that I had to deal with and I’ve got my own. But as I always say,

“Nothing worth having ever comes easy.”

And I’ve promised myself that I’d bear with him no matter what. After all, if not for him, I’d still be in my collared shirt and worn out pants. It was him who made me feel beautiful and taught me how to walk with my head held high. And like a baby who just turned one, he taught me words, phrases, sentences until I could order my own burger at McDonald’s. The warmth that always radiates from him is what calmed me down during my tantrums and in turn, I’ve understood what Absolem meant by,

“Nothing was ever accomplished with tears.”

He made me brave. I am who I am now because he changed me. He inspired me.

So on this special, I salute and congratulate him for daring to get the apple that is me on top of the tree. For being the most reliable person who’s ever walked on the planet, the best confidante around and a survivor of the now endangered species of real men.

Happy birthday! Thank you for bringing out the best in me! :*

Your better half loves you more. It’s beyond words to tell how much I do.

You have grown into such a fine young man. Hihi!

P.S. I know this is nothing compared to what you’ve written for me, but you know how I always want to answer your posts. Also, you’re my favourite subject to write about. <3