thank god its friday

Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.
Gigi: I would rather be like that, then be like you.
Alex: Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?
Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.



We went to see this movie actually on a Saturday. A day her friends tried to take away her handphone and her notebook while she was too occupied with me. Still remember the day she tried so hard to park near mine and how sweet she looked waiting for me in front of Starbucks. Still remember the details of that night, from the KFC she could not finish in her car and of the time she told me she got picked up in the very same bookstore we were in. And that she wanted four towels which is something I have not got her yet. I remember the details like it was yesterday. Of how sweet her kiss was, and how warm her hand was while we walked in the rain.

I have flashbacks of the times we are together all the time and theyre so beautiful. The details. And the moments we had and we are going to have together. Thinking back to the night, I still remember the movie we saw together. I forgot some of the characters because it was messy but it has some message that resonates with us today. I told her that its important to put yourself out there in order to love. But I guess what I should have told her and what my heart meant was let us both put our hearts out there together and be there for each other. Love is never a one person journey but a journey of two holding hands. Theres always the chance that the two may stray away from the journey but not if both are always holding hands and each reminding the other of the journey and each other.

Its always convenient and tempting to take the easy way out but true joy never comes from that. Between choosing what is right and what is easy, I would choose happiness. Which is what she told me in her eyes. I love you bie. Its not easy to always trust when there is no safety net and in so much hurt, I am so lucky. Its a Friday and let us paint each other smiles again. Thank you for loving me. For walking with me.



PS. Bie, do you hear me? Talking to you..across the water, across the deep blue ocean, under the open sky, oh my. Baby, I'm trying...