The true story of how I met him

While riding the jeep going to work, I kind of reminisced how I met my special someone and decided to blog about it. :))

For those who know me, I am a frustrated artist. And to hone that "artist" in me, I thought of joining the Designing Arts Ministry (DAM) in our church so that I could have some experience, learn from the creativity of others, and to put my God-given talent into good use. Fortunately for me, they were looking for newbies.

So I texted the number flashed on the screen and, yes, it was his number. I tried helping out 2 or 3 times, because honestly, I am a shy person and I really hate attending something alone and seeing all the "barkadas" having so much fun. And the worst part is-- they don't even invite me to join in. :))So there I was always left in the corner of the room. :))

Bitterness aside, after the big event that we were preparing for, the Ministry wanted to go on a post-event/ post-celebration trip in one of our ka-ministry's house in Tagaytay. I hesitated at first since I didn't know anybody, but good thing two of my friends were also invited (even though I didn't see them during the event preparation, so I was surprised).

To make it really, really quick-- I had fun during that overnight stay. I really did. :)

And so, after that trip, I lost communication with him. Sometimes I would send quotes. Sometimes he would send quotes. Then we would text for a while but nothing too personal or intimate.

After two or three years (yes, that long without communication), he texted me saying that he DREAMT ABOUT ME. I asked him what it was about. He didn't want to tell me through text so I suggested that we YM-ed the next day.

I was at World Vision at that time having my summer internship. I went online and there he was. Smiling.

Okay, not him, but the emoticon.

He found it weird that he dreamt about me for two consecutive nights. We never really talked to each other unless needed, and we never texted each other unless out of courtesy.

The FIRST NIGHT, he dreamt that he was courting me. HAHA. We were constantly HHWW (Holding Hands While Walking) and all that shiz, having beautiful views and surroundings. It was surreal. And before you know it, we were together.

The SECOND NIGHT was a whole lot funnier. Of course, what could happen after a BF/GF relationship? Yes, we got married. HAHA.Okay, no family and no kids yet in the dream because that would be freaky. :))

I don't know how I reacted and felt at that time. All I know was.. after that... we sort of became super duper friends-- having dates during weekends when I came home from Los Banos, texting and calling each other non-stop.. It felt that I knew him for a long time because we never really experienced the "first part" a.k.a. the awkward phase of opposite-sex-friendship. We just like skipped that and headed on to be constantly being there for each other. It may sound "mushy", but, sorry, I got no other better explanation and no other words to exactly tell you how close we've become since then. 

And the story ends here.

So just to make a good (but still abrupt) ending...



Dreams do come true. And in this case? Literally. :))