Monday, October 13, 2003

one big fight

no, this is not an ateneo basketball post (i rooted for la salle, for obvious reasons).

it's about how we fought in the middle of what should have been the honeymoon stage of the relationship. it's about the raised eyebrows of people who knew about the fight and were asking where a relationship with a fight on day 7 is headed for.

it's about how i finally figured out what they mean when they say you're in a relationship with an adult.

see, most of what i know about relationships i learned from sweet dreams. and if you were a teen in the 80's and early 90's, you probably know what i'm talking about. the storyline is fairly basic, girl meets boy, boy meets girl, they like each other, they have one big fight where they realize they LOVE each other, then they live happily ever after. so, i went through most of high school, and college, and even work relationships that way.

believe me, it's all crap. real life never works out that way. real life is falling in major like with checklist guy and realizing that you aren't, and will never be, his checklist girl. real life is falling for someone who most probably likes the fact that you drive a cool car and willing to share it more than he likes you. real life is having someone really in love with you but never really finding it in you to stick it out with him and make a relationship out of it.

and real life is learning to sit down, listen, and realize that you've got it all wrong. i've always thought that a mature relationship had to do with the intensity of one's feelings. yesterday, as i was sitting with him in front steps of my house, i learned that maturity has nothing to do with flowers on your desk or weekly gifts. it has nothing to do with the passion with which you entered the relationship. and it has absolutely no positive correlation with the number of text messages bearing "i love you".

i learned the hard way. i learned it through a fight that may have easily led to goodbye's had a good friend not been there with me to pull the cellphone out of my hand before i sent the first blow that might have caused a still-fragile relationship to fall down.

so we had our one big fight. but instead of simply running back to each other's arms like the way they do it in books, he came to my house (yummy mushroomburgers and a fresh buko pie in hand), talked to me about what went wrong, and assured me that this may not be the smoothest ride life has to offer, but we are going to give it our best shot.

-oOo-


admit it. wendell ramos is hot.

wendell ramos in bubble gang was hot. wendell ramos in those bench posters was hot. wendell ramos, no matter where you find him, is hot.

but -- wendell ramos in person is HOTTER.

secret lang 'to, ha. hulaan mo kung sino ang may autograph niya? ako ako ako! mabait yung waiter sa italliani's at nautusan naming humingi ng autograph para sa akin.

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