My Pieces

Well, there's no question that Jad is romantic. But, he can be deadly romantic at times. The first Valentines we had together, he wrote for me a horror-love story. During my birthday two years ago, he gave me a cactus as a present.

He would often talk about death and how everything, even our relationship, has an end. What matters is that we would get to enjoy life and leave no room for regret. But then, he would not accept the probability that I could die before him...

Since we got together, he would give me flowers everyday. He would also buy me ube buchi from Chowking and accompany me when going home as well as to here and there when I was still writing for the Manila Times.

He would hold my hand and act as if I am uber-special. He would teach me how to write well when I write better than him (haha!). He would call me when we had 'discussions' and not say sorry until we learned our lesson and I do not feel bad anymore. He would wait for me when he can easily have other women prettier and sexier than me.

But the sweetest thing Jad did for me? I think it would be when he walked with me to the LRT station (Doroteo Jose), February 15, 2005, after the day he got broken-hearted. Upon reaching the spot where I could wait for the train and he had crossed the bridge that connected LRT 1 and LRT 2, he looked back at me and gave me the chance to love him...