This was supposed to be the number 1 on my sequel-blog of countdowns, but due to some unexpected arduous days, I wasn’t able to follow the synchrony. But I avow to finish the countdown; this is the least I could do.

Tomorrow’s her birthday, and I haven’t really thought or even considered giving her extravagant materialisms; I am not fortunate myself to afford on lavishing her with things I could only own in fantasies. Being naturally programmed to engage in self-serving bias, I only have subtle tirades for physical luxury. But believe me; I have welcomed the sneaky thought of giving her something for her birthday. And by the way, this is her first birthday with me, and that in and of itself is already worth the accolade of specialness. I was hoping to just be with her on that day; excuses aside, I just cannot afford anything lavish as of this point in time and some points in time ahead. I thought of saving, but due to some unwanted and obnoxious incidents of money-burning, I just can’t seem to persist. What little money I have, I spend on the little time we have for each other when we are together. I love the spontaneity of our itineraries (could it be even considered to be such?). The unplanned trajectories of our constantly undecided fates keep us guessing, nonetheless, the predicament of being on the blurred fringes of where-to-be’s and what-to-do’s makes up for the fun. Then again, that may also still be a self-serving bias statement. I may only be the one who thinks that being spontaneous in whatever little things we do is fun. She may have thought of it to be exhaustingly boring. I hope not.

3. What of it? The last 2 sequels were 5 and 4 synchronously. 5, being the hopefully visually-nourishing narrative of how I admired her divine eyes, and 4 being the taciturn effort of spotlighting her smile, which by the way I could never get enough of. What would be of 3 then? The 3rd thing I admired about her. The 3rd thing I yearn for everyday. The 3rd thing, that when is imperceptible, fails to complete my strenuous days.

Her smell, like the scent of sweet innocence, ever-captivating, never ceases to capture my access attention and alarm me of impending beauty and love. It is the prologue to her visually-stimulating radiance. The introduction to a whirlwind of emotions, one of them would be a rush of excitement. If I close my eyes and smell her scent, I could imagine no less of a heaven-sent entity. One of which I could never imagine of ever holding close to me; but I have and I won’t be letting go any time soon. I am frivolously addicted to her scent, deductively, I am addicted to her. She may not be my cocaine like what a glowing vampire said to the girl he could not resist imbibing, but she certainly qualifies to be more than that. She’s more than that, for I could no longer imagine the uncertain tomorrows without her. She’s a prerequisite for tomorrow to exist. I am not keen on it without her. She’s a part of me.

I don’t want to flatteringly say that I cannot live without her, for I have been even before we were together. All I’m ever going to say is that since I found her, met her, knew her, and have her, I don’t want to imagine the continuance of my flaccid life without her. Though I continue to breathe, though my heart continues to beat, my eyes dilate, my muscles twitch, I refuse to go on. She’s too significant already in my life that not having her would mean a certain perilous ordeal. I am addictively wooed by her uniqueness and grace, by her eyes and smile, and by her scent only those who sit on the thrones of the sky wear.

She’s the love of my life, and it’s her birthday today! I cannot shower her with things afforded by money which I do not have, and I cannot lavish her with externalities. All I can ever offer her is this insignificant blog where no one even reads, my undying, elating, and steadfast love, and of course, my irking presence beside her (more often than not on her left side). I wish you the things no one has wished for you yet. What that is, I do not have the slightest of ideas. I want you to be happy (with me, of course..=]), and may you continually be showered with blessings, friends, smiles, and love (which I hope to have filled already..=p). I hope that, no matter how docile this blog is, I have tried my very best to imbue this with the over-pouring and overpowering emotions I have for you.

I still have loads of photocopies to acrimoniously turn, still hundreds of rectangular jails where semi-readable notes are sentenced, and a pile of itineraries to run through. I am lost in the jungle of multi-tasking, only taking a detour to make my piglet feel a little special during her birthday. And I hope I did. Now I have to head back to the paved road with which I am burdened to trudge for a long time. I’ll be taking little detours every now and then to spend a little time (or more than little time) with her. Will you live your life with me? For I have decided to live mine with you. I’m yours until… =]