“SMILES, WINKS AND GOOGLY EYES”

And because I have no time to post something new and I am about to start my work, I am reblogging this shortie. Hope you like it, mushiness and all.

The End Justifies the Journey

love does not discriminate When it’s there, you’ll just know…

He catches my eye in an instant.

From far across the room, he watches me with a steady gaze, nervous but steady. And I catch my breath. I can feel butterflies doing flip-flops in my stomach. Who would have thought that butterflies could flip-flop?

Still catching my breath as I return his gaze. My, he has come here today looking his best. He has all my attention, that most handsome man in the room. Somehow, I am nervous, but it is a somewhat warm, tingly, funny, nervous sensation running through my every nerve. Weird.

I enter the room ever-so-slowly, my legs trembling like jello with every step.Take it easy,I remind myself, he isn’t going anywhere.He doesn’t seem to at all, not when he smiles at me with that familiar happy and knowing smile.

It is the smile of the friend who…

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No Turning Back

January. It signifies a lot of new things, right? Not only the year, but many create resolutions and many make plans. Well, me, too. But for me, January 2015 is the start of something else (and basically why I couldn’t find much time to post in the past weeks).

Why January was because of people’s conflict of schedules last December, which would have been a great month for it, and because if we consider the Chinese calendar (I’m probably practically 0% Chinese), it’s still technically 2014, deemed a great year to take the plunge. So I took the plunge:

I WENT AND GOT MYSELF MARRIED!!!

Yes, folks, I am now half of a two-person team, one of them crazy peeps who thought they would be settling down when in reality, it would actually be the opposite.

Yeah, I know, I know, why couldn’t I jut stay single and be happy? One well-meaning friend even kind of tried to dissuade me, saying she just wanted me to enjoy my life after what I went through when my parents both got sick and passed away. But the thing was I enjoyed my life best when I was, and now am, with him. Mushy, I know, but there’s just no other way to put it.

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It was a very simple wedding but I still wanted a cake to cut, wine for the couple drink or whatever you call it, and souvenirs such as this one. Photo and copyright ©  J.Gi Federizo

I mean I’m not even the party-hard, travel-much kind of person and I’m kind of a cheapskate, anyway, I’m not ashamed to admit. I just love to laze around, write, read, watch TV, talk about trivial and foolish things, even have deep and intellectually stimulating or enhancing conversations. People know I like to talk and I can spend hours doing it. Lots of times, I like to be alone, too, doing my own thing. So you see, things I enjoy need not be only experienced if I stayed single.

Don’t get me wrong. I am still an advocate of single-blessedness, as I had staunchly expressed in the past. I do not necessarily advocate being single, nor being married, for that matter. I am advocating the freedom to choose and live as your status. Whatever you think will work for you.

It just so happens that married life seems to be what’s going to work for me and well, there’s no other alternative but to do my–our–hardest to make it work. I will not be a fool and pretend that everything is going to be smooth-sailing. It won’t be and if I were to be honest, there will surely be lots of bumps on the road. But the best road isn’t just one that is less traveled, but one you keep traveling on despite bumps and everything else. That’s what keeps the whole journey worth it, right?

Marriage is when you choose to be merry together as you age. Okay, I made that one up, but I like it so sue me 😉

“SMILES, WINKS AND GOOGLY EYES”

love does not discriminate

When it’s there, you’ll just know…

He catches my eye in an instant.

From far across the room, he watches me with a steady gaze, nervous but steady. And I catch my breath. I can feel butterflies doing flip-flops in my stomach. Who would have thought that butterflies could flip-flop?

Still catching my breath as I return his gaze. My, he has come here today looking his best. He has all my attention, that most handsome man in the room. Somehow, I am nervous, but it is a somewhat warm, tingly, funny, nervous sensation running through my every nerve. Weird.

I enter the room ever-so-slowly, my legs trembling like jello with every step.Take it easy,I remind myself, he isn’t going anywhere.He doesn’t seem to at all, not when he smiles at me with that familiar happy and knowing smile.

It is the smile of the friend who has always been there for me through thick and thin, maybe thinner still. Sometimes, he is there to cheer me up when I’m down. Sometimes, he is simply there to help pick up the broken pieces of me. Many times, we fix the pieces together till I’m whole again and almost brand new. Yet other times, he lets me do the cheering, the picking, and the fixing for him.

He is still smiling.

I am reminded of the times he smiles at me when we dance, when he holds me close like I am the only woman in the world for him (never mind that he manages to occasionally step on my feet). Or about those times when he sings sweet songs just for me (never mind that he rather sings off-key and has only perfected the tune to Happy Birthday so far). Or about those many times when he writes me love letters or tries to create poems which I religiously keep in a shoebox together with remnants of other stuff from him (never mind that he does often get carried away and say the corniest things…which I love to read over and over, by the way).

He winks at me and my heart skips a beat.

I love it when he winks at me. It is like sharing a secret that only the two of us know, like a bond, or a pact, or a whatever-you-may-call-it. For me, it is a promise. It is a promise that he will love me and cherish me and shelter me, simply because I am me.

I wink back. Ditto.

He smiles even wider. He got the message. Oh, we could just look at each other and know, just know. I sigh a contented sigh to myself as I reach him and stand before him. This is my perfect lover – Mr. Not-So-Perfect, who fits me quite perfectly.

This is the man I want to wake up to every morning, and sleep together with at night even if he snores. I might snore myself but he will never ever complain. What’s a snore compared to having each other anyway? He appreciates my cooking efforts and loves me all the more for trying, especially not to burn anything. I can talk to him about intellectual stuff like books, poetry, and life, and about trivial things such as the weather and, oh yeah, TV cartoons that we shamelessly watch without worrying too much about age. He does not undermine me by letting me win the games, but does not get mad when I kick his butt in Scrabble and chess. Maybe we don’t agree about everything – he is neither domineering nor a push-over – but this we do know: RESPECT. Our motto.

I sigh again. He is looking at me now with happy, googly eyes.

The man in front of us clears his throat to begin. But before he does, Mr. Right takes my hand, swallows hard, and says the sweetest words next to “I love you” – “I DO.”

I laugh and say, “I KNOW.”

Copyright © June 2002 – 2015 J.Gi Federizo  

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