Little by little, I'm learning that a seemingly ordinary love story which wouldn't count as a box-office romantic movie actually makes a wonderful relationship. Even though he can't pick me up from work every single day, I know he waits until I reach home safely. We may not eat every meal together, but I know that even before he reaches out for his food he wonders if I already ate mine. He can't be with me physically 24/7, but I know I'm somewhere in his mind 25/8. He may not express it through songs or poems but every chance he gets, he makes sure that I hear those three little words from him. Now, that's something! In movies, those words won't come up until halfway through the film or sadly for some, it comes up too late. But luckily for me, my day starts and ends with those words -- words that usually cue the climax of most movies. What movies have for just 2 hours is unfolding in my life every single day. I must be lucky.
I'm not saying that there are no efforts or attempts to make our love top or even tie up with that from The Notebook or any other mushy flicks. Every now and then, he cooks up certain surprises. I know that he doesn't intend to but usually, he leaves me feeling all cheesy and dreamy. Well, I'm proud to say that not a single butterfly died. In fact, they still act untamed and continues with their rampant dancing inside my tummy every time I see or even think of him.
As mundane as it may seem, this everyday love drawn from his little gestures of affection and subtle ways of endearment makes everything feel better than the movies. Why? Because this is reality. I am really loved.
Digging the mainstream love,
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