Thankful

A series of recent events and conversations confirm that I'm one lucky girl.

Lucky because I am loved, and loved sincerely and seriously. Lucky because my boyfriend truly cares. When people ask (I don't know why they do), "sino ang swerte sa inyong dalawa?" I always answered haughtily, "Swerte siya sa akin." But I'm wrong. I truly am the luckier one. I'm an incorrigible brat who always has to have her way. I am selectively impatient, stubborn, proud, defensive. Drama queen, crybaby, the 24-year-old who still thinks she's the youngest child in the clan (everyone calls me baby so why not?). And he puts up with all of that. Which is not to say he doesn't try to influence me to be better. I've taken leaps and bounds since I met him and I can honestly say I'm a better person. But he doesn't deprive me of who I am or was or want to be.

Someone asked me what an ideal guy is, and I answered, someone who doesn't break your spirit. That's what he is. He doesn't think himself better than his partner, he never puts me down. He directs the typical male ego towards more productive things. He doesn't mess with the head or play with the heart.

Amid all the chaos in my life, he gives me peace.