A little past 12:
Boyfie just called. Mama Bear, Papa Bear and my sister barged in, dancing and singing the birthday song thus I had to cut Boyfie off. Boyfie called up again after the family greeting. All of a sudden, my sister shrieked and came running to my room. Ack! Boyfie was right outside our house, holding a cupcake with a candle all lit up and this pretty green balloon that had “Happy Birthday” written all over it.
There we were: Boyfie, my sister and I, eating ice cream, chips and the cupcake in the middle of the night. A sight to behold.
July 03, 10am:
Break time in the office. I was busy tinkering with my excel sheet because the figures didn’t add up. I hear cheers, I hear laughter, I hear the familiar teasing tones. And there he was, bringing 5 more balloons and 1 box of brownies. *sigh* The whole office sang complete with the hoots and the woots.
July 03, 7pm:
The place was La Tegola at Ayala Terraces. There we were: Papa Bear, Mama Bear, Boyfie and me. Contrary to what I feared, there was no dead air, no uncomfortable silence. It was a delightful dinner and all the more special because boyfie and papa bear bonded over things I cannot say because I do not what they were (busy mn mi ug picture2x ni mother dear).
Waited up for Papa bear who had to leave after dinner for a business meeting and my sister who was at work. They caught up with us at Starbucks and we bonded while enjoying over-priced drinks.
I felt special.
I felt important.
I felt remembered. And it was all because of him.
Surprised? Yes.
Happy? Very.
Contented? Beyond words.
In love? An understatement.
I love love love you boyfie. 
