6 years ago, I spent my very first birthday with Rj.
“Jep, para sayo ‘to.”
The guard of the condo I used to live in when I was in college said as he gave me a bouquet of roses. It made me feel queasy to be honest, primarily because receiving flowers make me feel emasculated and I didn’t like that guard’s judging look. In my head, beauty queens, and females in general deserve bouquets, not guys.
And to make things worse — I was with my parents when the guard handed over the flowers.
“Ah talaga?” Mama said as she reached for them. “Kanino galing?”
Being far back in the closet then, you can imagine how horrified I was at that moment. What if the card said Rj? What if he even signed with hubby?
“Galing daw sa ACOMM,” she said as she opened the card attached to it.
Imagine my sigh of relief.
“Six years ago na ba talaga yun?” He’d say when we talk about these memories.
Even I can’t believe that was that far ago already — that first time he surprised me on the 30th of April with a cake and a bouquet of roses; the former given the night before to usher in the birthday, while the former was given as a surprise later that day. And yes, that “blow your candles, and make a wish” moment included.
While we haven’t spent all my following birthdays after together (I think we weren’t together for one or two, I can’t even remember which) — what matters is that 6 years after, after all those Marvel movies (funny how there’s a comic book-based movie released during my birthday), he’s here, celebrating with me as I turn another year older, and hopefully wiser.
6 years after, I’m still celebrating my birthday with Rj — with the surprise cake, and thankfully, oh God, thankfully, without flowers anymore.
You feel make me feel good, you make me feel safe, you know I’m never gonna have it any other way
*Photo taken last Saturday night @ BED Manila’s 9th anniversary party — grabbed from their Facebook account.