It has been almost 9 years ago, when I walked into a door having problems with my multitester,
And Someone helped with my “beading” (or whatever it is called but it does involve a bead & a gear).
I don’t remember it as a very remarkable start but I always come back to that feeling of Someone ,
being there for me to help me;
to be there for me,
at a time of need.
I was indeed grateful, because I did get to finish that Multitester project and passed.
Yet most importantly, I was more grateful to finally meet Someone .
Fast forward and in between the whirlwind of Teen Angst from Paramore’s My Heart, Amber Pacific,and Daphne meets Derby, things changed bit by bit. Feelings changed little by little.
I was blown. And I didn’t understood why.
One moment, I thought all the guitar strumming, and sing alongs at a broken CR, was something worth while, but things turned around because Someone has to be Someone Else’s.
For the first time, I felt what it was like to be selfish.
I didn’t want Somebody Else to own Someone.
But I was indeed at fault.
I was claiming myself to be Someone Else’s too.
It was because of this that I tried turning my back, and try to fall, other than Someone Else’s,
But it only made the hole in me deeper. Darker.
At some point, I tried to fix it.
And I found myself at a point where I needed help. Where I asked for help.
And this time, I found Someone there.
Rather, Someone became Someone there.
The push and pulls started.
The aches and the laughs.
The burnt macaroni, and the 75 php Sizzling Sisig.
The Lot’s a Pizza, wherein when you buy 2, you get a Free 1L Coke.
The date marked on the 13th of June.
It was after those that I realised, I will have Someone there for me.
Just a few mistaken steps and I thought I wasn’t worth it, having Someone there for me.
But he somehow embraced and accepted for me who I am.
I was never perfect.
Neither are we.
But there was this word called Choice, that was discovered.
And somehow, each time I hesitate, Choice gives an answer.
An answer that says, there is Someone born who has Something in Him.
Something in the way he smiles in between his corniest jokes, when he is actually making himself cheesy for me;
Something in the way he dreams of driving a car, when he is actually driving me crazy;
Something in the way he asks support from me, when he is actually motivating me instead;
Something in the way he fights for a world to own, when he is actually turning into my own universe.
Something I do not know exactly.
But is definitely something I cannot let go.
To Someone born in October 28,
Here is Something for you.
