Saan kaya may nag-iinarte?
:p

I’m more worried when you’re upset than when I am. It’s like I would want to wrap my arms around you & do something stupid or something childish just to cool off that hot head of yours.
And now I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking about you. So please, answer my call later. Pretty please.

thank you for loving my childish ways.
for finding it cute that i have to blow into my meal before i put it inside my mouth for fear of burning my tongue.
for finding it adorable that i eat messier than your two-year-old nephew.
for always and without fail serving me up my favorite goto.
for always teasing me about how i love jollibee.
for putting up with my mood swings.
for developing that ability to read my silence.
for seeing me in the middle of the night just to have pizza.
for being like a happy-summer-day in the eye of the storm.
for being an ambassador of peace when i declared an all out war.
for hugging me like a baby so i would stop crying.
for answering my calls even if you know that i would just yell.

for all the times that you could have just walked out of me because i’m difficult, or stubborn, or childish, but you didn’t.
for all the times that you could have just yelled back at me, but kept your silence.
for all the times that you could have just ignored me, but you didn’t.
for following all of my wishes, may it be absurd or not.
and for all the patience and the love, thank you so much.
i love you and happy birthday.

there’s just so many things that i wouldn’t have done if it weren’t for you. some of which includes watching underworld and the darkest hour on 3D. surprisingly, i enjoyed both movies. probably because of you.