Day 14: The Day I Stopped Counting

"Alam mo, ang naalala ko the first time we talked sinabi mo sa kin...", you said as you tried to understand my complex mind.

I felt uncomfortable.

"Bad boy really knows how to listen...", I whispered.

"... ang sabi mo: alam ko naman how this story will end...", you
recounted.

I was silent. I remembered that I did mention that to you when we first spoke.

"Yeah, sabi mo pa nga: why are you already ending something that has not even started...", I recalled.

You agreed.

"Hindi mo kasi alam BB where I am coming from...", I explained.

Silence. I explained myself.

"Sorry, I now understand...", you said.

I felt comforted. It was one of those moments when one feels accepted and loved.

"Uy sorry, that was just one of my moments of weakness.", I continued when I finally recovered.

"Pero sige, I will end my cynicism about all of this..."

"... and I will stop counting."

You understood.

"O matulog ka na..."

"Oo nga, alas-dos na...", I agreed.

"Goodnight Tristan..."

"Goodnight BB"

As I cuddled my soft white side pillow and positioned myself to sleep, I realized that I need not be cynical about all of this - that I just need to enjoy what and who I have. I promised myself that I will stop counting the days that we are together; I will only count the hours that we are apart.

"I love you BB", I whispered softly as I hung up the phone.