Dave and Chin: The First Anniversary

Today is 21-Feb-2010. Last year’s 21-Feb, I finally decided to bury the hatchet, move the heck on, and love again. Last year’s February brought lots of pain for me, but it was worth it.

I now believe in the saying that “there’s gotta be one person in our life who is a match for you.” In Dave and I’s case, we’re a match. I finally found somebody who’d argue about the things I say, who’d comment on how I see things, and who would fight me when he thinks I’m wrong. Basically Dave and I were each other’s dream…and nightmare so to speak.

It took months before we realized that we needed each other to be with each other. I loved him so much that even during my hateful times, there was no person in this planet I turned to at the end of the day, except Dave.

Let us be specific.
November 27, 2008 was the day I first met Dave — a snobbish, moody and workaholic guy. I glanced at him thinking that he was sort of cute. He looked away.

Later in 2008 did I notice that he was a nice person. He was the first one who welcomed me in the office (by means of a group lunch?) It was kind of awkward for him to borrow my laptop in December but I didn’t mind — somehow I wanted to share a piece of me to a seemingly nice person whom I misjudged.

We became close as friends. I was with another guy that time and it didn’t cross my mind that Dave could want something more. He became my confidant, since apart from his being snobbish, he was also a bit mysterious.

He was the very first person I turned to when my previous boyfriend left me. All the way from Sampaloc he took a cab back to Kingswood just to hush me down. I cried it all out to him and he was just beside me, listening. I felt like I was talking to a long time friend.

He even left his iPod with me and strictly told me to listen to all the songs I was not familiar with. That way I will not remember anything about hurt since I’d feel like I’m in a totally new world. I willingly took his advice.

Since then I realized that he cannot be just more than a friend.

Dave and I have very little in common, but despite that incompatibility we still end up wanting, needing and loving each other every single day. It has been a year but really, time flies so fast.

Now I’m marrying the snobbish guy I first met in the office. He’s having my baby. I don’t know any other word to describe the feeling, except AMAZING.

Here’s to the guy I love, hate and love,
The one who always makes me cry
The one who loves my cooking that he blames me for his new weight,
The one who hates the way I hate,
The one who’s never too old to feel young,
The one who always like to give me everything,
The one I’d like to give me everything.
Here’s to Dave.

Happy first anniversary, honey. I love you so much.