Denim Orange Vest, Floral Green Leotard, Ring: Forever 21 | Denim Skinnies: Wrangler Denim Spa | Nude Heels: Zara | Orange Wrap-Around Watch: La Mer | Belt: Guangzhou | Beaded Necklace: Stradivarius | Bag: Prada | Braided Braclet: Tory Burch
In a little less than 7 hours, I will be off to another exciting adventure in Boracay island along with my boyfriend, his best friend Ice, and my FOSSILs JL and Katie. It’s so exciting! I just can’t wait to touch the soft wet sand by the shore, or feel the lolling waves engulf my shins. I can also wait to see the multiple number of sunrises and sunsets on the island. The best part of it all, I think, apart from spending the trip with the people who truly matter is being able to bump into familiar faces, and dancing to the latest beats just when the sun is about to set with a girly drink in tow.
Most people my age would get the whole “Labor Day” in Boracay hype–or “Laboracay”, as my boyfriend calls it. Yes, it’s a holiday, but it is a holiday that only a handful of young people from a variety of key cities in the Philippines, are flying in to spend the next several days in the island, living the beach bum life in the morning and partying it up by sunset.
My cousin Ricca, owner of I’m Presa, commented over lunch one time when I was telling her about my trip that “Boracay must be a magical place” for me and though magical wasn’t a term I once associated with Boracay, I realized that she was spot-on. It is a magical place for me, but not in the way everyone thinks it is, mind you!
A year ago exactly, my not-yet-then-boyfriend called me up on the phone–which wasn’t a surprise given that we’ve been texting and calling each other nonstop a few weeks prior. I just came back to Manila from the Laboracay celebrations and was dead-tired, while he was still on the island enjoying himself in the company of friends. Although we hung out a lot and had meaningful conversations over a few drinks (not to mention, beach dips) during the first few days, he was suddenly MIA during the latter days.
He opened the phone conversation by apologizing for “distancing” himself and said, “I didn’t want to spend time with you because I was starting to feel something.” Because he didn’t say what he was feeling (and probably because I was dense), I took it literally–as in, I thought he wasn’t feeling well physically. Yes, please hold on to the tomatoes, you can’t fault me for being “unassuming!” In fact, applaud me for having a vestige of humility, something that isn’t always present in my day-to-day intentions (this is me, being self-deprecating again).
So I laughed and said, “No worries, I still had loads of fun! I’m going to do it again next year with you guys. Thanks for hanging out with me!”
And so we fell into a friendly banter after that. We were probably on the phone for the next half-hour until the conversation took a serious tone. At some point, I recall him stating vividly, this line: “Once you realize you deserve better, I hope you know that I’m just here.”
Obviously oblivious (props for the alliteration), I said: “You’re the sweetest friend ever. I’m glad that you’re always there for me! I can’t thank you enough.”
“No Domz,” He said with a sigh. “I’m just here.“
With pauses on each word.
By then, everything became apparent.
The line hit me like a proverbial 10-wheeler and my world literally did a 360. I fancy myself a smart person but this realization was just a different level of earth-shattering. At that moment, it dawned on me that the very person I was looking for, the very person I could potentially spend the rest of my life with was just… right there–in front of me the whole time!
A thousand thoughts raced through my head: Oh my God, this seems impossible! We’re good friends, we’re almost-best friends now! What if I lose this friendship? But we get along so well and he’s extremely smart, and ridiculously handsome, and we share the same wicked sense of humor and we can carry on deep philosophical conversations, and wow, this could really work, and he has all the values and principles I’m looking for in a person and he’s so caring and warm and fluffy and he’s me and I’m him, we’re so much alike–we even like the same food and make the same stupid jokes, and oh wow, this is such an eye-opener, I think I really like this guy only I was suppressing my feelings because, oh wow, I really DO like this guy…
And the rest is practically history (as you can see in previous lovey-dovey, cheesy blog, instagram, and twitter posts).
Of course, things weren’t instantaneous okay as we spent the next few days sorting things out first. We were friends for such a long time that taking our relationship to another plane was not only exciting but also quite frightening. We took ample time to get to know each other and our quirks (time that wasn’t measured by days but by the quality of seconds we spent in each other’s company), and then when we realized that we could really make it work being more-than-friends then we took the plunge and you know what?
It was the best decision of my life.
So yes, Boracay is a magical place for us. This is where the magic happened (sorry, Enchanted Kingdom). So forgive me for the absence in the next few days, I’m making new memories with him.
This is our fluffy bundle of joy, Emma. She’s been regulated to the kennels unfortunately because she’s getting too rowdy. She’s so fluffy, her hair’s blocking her eyes already but she’s such an adorable little thing, seriously.
For this post, I wore Wrangler’s latest innovation: The Denim Spa jeans. It’s basically pants that moisturize your legs! I got this summer-appropriate wash from the brand that was infused with Olive moisturizing emulsions. It smells so good and it feels divine on my legs, plus, it comes in two other variants!
I love this pants not only for the European fit and cut, but for its sheer genius. Who would have thought? Pants that moisturize your legs. It really is an instant spa!
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