Dear Diary,
So I didn't leave Migs' house. He slept at around quarter to twelve and I'm so glad I brought you with me. May mga bagay kasi akong hindi makwento kina Jess at Lester e. Sa 'yo ko lang masabi.
You know what I felt when Migs kissed me last night? I felt that it might be him... the one I'm destined to end up with. I literally heard the song It Might Be You inside my head. His lips were soft, smooth and warm. It's like being shot with oxytocin. You know that whole mushy stuff about having butterflies in your stomach or your knees turning to jell-o? That's what it's like whenever we kiss. We don't kiss every day, just so we're clear. It's like may unspoken shyness between us. Hindi ako makapag-initiate ng kiss and although he's a bit of a douchebag, he's also kinda shy about it.
Hindi sya yung bigla ka na lang hihilahin para halikan, although he did that once. Parang he acts on impulse. Hindi planado. Ewan ko, parang sa kanya, one shot lang lahat. There's no consistency but that's what keeps me excited. Hindi ko alam kung ano'ng sunod nyang gagawin.
Like this morning, when I woke up at 5am (I still had to go home and get ready for work), he was already cooking breakfast. Akala ko para sa kanya lang but he made me eat that. Wala raw syang ganang kumain kaya kahit anong pilit ko, hindi sya kumain.
May sinat pa rin sya kaya hindi ko na sya pinapasok. I told him that I would visit him again tonight at magdadala na ako ng bihisan para mas mahaba ang maging tulog ko.
Nang nagpaalam ako sa kanya, hinalikan nya na naman ako. It was on the forehead this time. Kinailangan kong tumalikod agad para hindi nya makitang namula ako.
Diary, iniisip ko pa lang si Migs, kinikilig na 'ko. Normal pa ba 'to?
Speechless pa rin,
Ingrid
P.S. Bakit kaya kinakabahan ako for tonight?
