loving, being loved and being in love with cy is like a neruda. on the designated day for love (single awareness for those in the other side of the fence) cy and i celebrated like we do everyday, a love that was made our own.
we both got off from work late and had dessert at my place. chocolate mallow cake and buko pandan. cy had wanted me to remember, and i did, the time that my brother was supposed to buy us buko pandan from max and bought instead, buko pandan zagu. my anticipation dampened, i had resorted to a silent fit and cy seeing how disappointed i was, took off and rectified the situation. strange, cy said, how buko pandan could instantly make me happy and my brother replied that it was not the buko pandan.
full from dessert but empty of ideas to celebrate valentines, we capriciously decided to spend the night at cy's place. arriving at cy's house a taxi ride after and being ushered in by porjax (cy's dad) and mai (his mom), we hastily ate lasagna and headed to the fair at sunken garden.
the moon was wide eyed and occasionally obscured from view by a film of passing clouds as we proceeded to watch the bands that offered their music. a tree on the back of the stage posed as an efficient eye candy, being struck by the stage's lights which made it glow a deep violet, red, yellow or green. i counted two planes pass by as the stars gleamed their brightest.
under the canopy of stars, i felt what no philosopher or poet could ever put into words. you're right cy. we are blessed.
happy valentines to my significant other. ily.