Talking of the Future

I joined my boyfriend’s family last night for dinner at the Marriott Hotel buffet.

This is nice — When your boyfriend’s parents like having you around, as you are blessed to be in their company.

“This is how an ideal relationship should be,” said my boyfriend during one of our family dinners. “I have never had this before.”

Coming from another relationship where the parents of the guy I was dating thought I was one of Satan’s daughters, this was new for me too. In a way, this was how it should be.

His parents asked us what our plans were. Specifically, they asked him, and I was just inconveniently around.

I looked at him expectantly.

In the end, the woman just has to say “yes” or “no,” and it’s the guy’s job to lead the relationship. He has to answer this question, whether he likes it or not.

Well, she’s the best girl I’ve ever dated who said ‘yes’ to me,” he said slightly carefully. “There may be a lot of women out there who are better than her, but she is the bestest for me.”

Of course, he said it in a myriad of other ways but the gist was there. And for now, I share his sentiment.

Yes, there will always be people who are more handsome, more intelligent, more charming and richer than he is. In the end, there will ALWAYS be someone better. I would be a fool to think that maybe there won’t be anyone else.

But, are they better fits for me than he?

I don’t know. 🙂

I love the way he doesn’t want to change me. “You’re almost perfect,” he said. “Almost because no one is ever completely perfect.”

I love that he loves me just the way I am. It is liberating. I am free to be myself and this makes me happy. All my life, everyone dictates me how I should talk, act and dress. Finally, there is someone who likes me just the way I am.

He too — not everyone can take him. He is too arrogant, too loud, too childlike to be popular with everyone. One has to adjust to him because he’s such a big personality.

And yet, maybe because I am in love with him at the moment, I like him the way he is.

So what happens when you bring two misfits together?

Magic happens. 🙂

After dinner, we talk of the future. It feels natural to do so. I guess in a way, it is the inevitable. As they say, “diyan din pupunta yan e” (that’s the conclusive ending anyway).

Yeah, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

I’ll keep you posted if there’s any developments but for now, let us blissfully just date.

Have a great week ahead!

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About Bonita

I'm a forgetful person. But I think a lot. Every day, a lot of thoughts enter my head. That's why this blog came to be: first, to keep my memories alive through the years, and two, to actually see how I and my thoughts have changed. Please note that I seldom draft or edit my posts. Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I offend some of you, my readers. And while I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable, I am not sorry for being honest or for making well-intentioned mistakes. I will however be the first to admit if I change my mind. Hence, do read and proceed with caution. My life is as colorful and as boring as you make it. I complain many days, but offer some encouragement in others. Life is fluid, it changes. So keep the positives and throw away the negatives, and I do hope that at the end of the day, you will enjoy reading the blog and leaving comments here and there if my posts touches you. Happy reading!
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2 Responses to Talking of the Future

  1. Lene says:

    It’s nice to know how everything’s “almost perfect” for you. Stay in love, stay happy! Finally, this is it! =)

  2. Bonita says:

    I hope so, thanks Lene!

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