Day 11: Bad Boy Does Good

Your voice still resonated in my head. I closed my eyes, hugged my pillow and wished that you were there beside me. I hid under the covers and listened to the sound of my breathing.

"Masaya ako sa yo...", I remembered you saying a few times earlier.

The unexplainable thing, at least for the cynical Tristan that people have come to know, is that I believe you.

"Ako din."

"Sana lang, hindi ako masaktan sa mga pinagagagawa ko...", I prayed.

The sound of airconditioning eventually hummed me to sleep. Consciously, I had hoped to dream of you but, surprisingly it was another dreamless night. I then realized that I have had dreamless nights since I got to know you - I must be sleeping really well with you around. I now look forward to each new day with the zeal of a 4-year old on Christmas morning. I still look forward to THAT day.

"Good morning... ", you greeted me.

And just like that, I grinned like the kid who stole the cookie from the cookie jar, for the first time in almost two years.

"Good morning! Just woke up. Ligo muna. ", I greeted back.

So this is how it feels to be happy... I should do this more often.

"Good morning bad boy, thanks for being there.", I whispered.