I like walking with you.
I like spending LONG, LAZY afternoons with you. I like wandering through the fog with you. I like hearing your laughter. I like feeling you next to me.
I like getting that warm, FUZZY feeling in my tummy whenever I hear your voice. I like expecting your arrival and I like coming to you.
Thank you for accepting me and my quirks. Like, you’d call me again when I complain that you ended the phone conversation ahead of me because we agreed that I will always be the one to end the call first. Right?
Remember the Spider-Man 2 fiasco when my camera was confiscated? I was flabbergasted for a long while mainly because I thought you were ashamed of me. You must have wondered what you were doing with a PSYCHO who took photos of Tobey Maguire in a theatre. Then you held my hand and said “Ok lang yun.”
Then we laughed.
I guess, when we can laugh about something, it means we can deal with it no matter how small or big the issue is. I love that about us.
Did I tell you already why I call you “Puppy” now? Well, I read this book and I really liked it. I also got my “new” name from there. Will you call me “Laura” on some days when I want to be called “Laura”? I think you will. In fact, I assume you might even agree to call me “Insolent Forgetful Biatch” on a day when I want to be called “Insolent Forgetful Biatch.” We’re crazy like that.
Well, I just wanted to tell you that I’m mighty glad you were born.
Happy Birthday, Puppy. (:
