Come let me love you And then color me in Come let me love you Come let me take this through the end [x]
As I always like to say, love found me on a strange September morning, when days were gray and nights were long, and we were all too young, nicotined and caffeinated.
It feels like so long ago, persons ago, but really, if anybody had asked me that same morning, when I woke in a different bed to a different girl making breakfast, if I could see the two of us, say, eight years on, still waking, still here – I would have said yes.
In a heartbeat, yes.
Drea and I are 8 years today. Ika pa nga, kung bata ‘to, sumasali na sa MTAP haha. I love you love, here’s to 8,888 more years.
So I’m marking my tenth year with The Paper today — true to form, I’m doing so at work. It seems fitting. Can you imagine ten years going by? I have a hard time fully grasping it myself, but here I am. I still remember introducing myself to class as someone who has been with the same company for the past ten years and getting more gasps of disbelief than that time I told them I was in a relationship with a woman for eight. Haha.
May has been a good month. I have been sending out Tinyletters instead of blogging, and writing a ridiculous amount of things that never see the legitimate light of day. My sister graduated from med school the other day. I’m all right. Everything’s quite all right 🙂