I am a very idealistic person when it comes to love. I always told myself that my first relationship is going to be my last. However, that didn’t turn out to be true. I had some imperfect relationships in the past. Heartaches were inevitable.
Then came Reymar.
Reymar was…different. I could remember the first time I saw him. He had spiky hair, was wearing loose shirt, cargo shorts and sneakers. He had shades clipped on his shirt and was eating burger from Burger Machine. His cousin, who’s also my kabarkada, introduced him to me. He was a good conversationalist. I was amazed at the numerous topics we could converse in. But that time, I had biases against Manilenos. I thought they were babaero and mambobola. To simplify, I had no trust with boys from the Big City.
However, we still became friends and constantly texted. But I clarified to him that we can be no more than that. Though he tried to express how he felt for me, I tried to ignore it because I simply wanted him to be a friend. I didn’t want to ruin such friendship. For almost four years, he was OK with that. He was always there. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, from deep problems to trivial topics, he was always there. I liked conversing with him because he makes life so light. He seems to view things in a funny way. He can think of funny things at simple objects. We would talk about movies and would debate about whether it was a good one or not. We would converse about songs and would agree whether the lyrics were well-written or what. Our conversations would last for hours. And never did I feel bored.
And then one day, I just realized that I was constantly looking for his messages. I longed for his advice and stories. I felt so happy whenever I am able to talk to him. I really felt comfortable. I felt uneasy whenever I couldn’t receive a text message from him. And that was when I realized that I already fell for him.
Reymar is not the leading-man-in-a-hollywood-love-story-movie type. He is…funny. His actions are awkward and that makes him more funny. Just a sentence coming from him and that would send me bursting into laughter. In short, he is my knight in shining armor, who, while rescuing me, stumbled into a stone. Then, when he was about to draw his sword, he realized that he forgot it at home. And then my love life, which I thought would be a romantic movie, turned out to be a comedy. LOLZ.
Everybody dreams of having their knight in shining armor…their prince charming. A person who would sweep them off your feet…
Mine may not be as charming as Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise…he may not be a person who would really fight for me because he is against any sort of conflict…he may not be a person who celebrates Valentine’s Day because he thinks it’s corny…and he may not be the type who I can seriously talk to because he would laugh at things anyway…but he’s my Reymar. I am happy with him. And I love him. And I believe that no matter what genre of movie my life will turn out to be…I know that with him…it is always going to be a happy ending.
ADVANCE HAPPY BDAY MY DEAR REYMAR!
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