Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Happy Birthday to the best boyfriend in the world!
Happy Birthday to you who makes me smile and makes me laugh out loud without a care in the world.
You who loves me unconditionally.
You who makes my day complete.
You who still sweeps me off my feet.
I may not show it and I may not say it all the time, but I am grateful to have you in my life. I know I can be a handful because loving me means you have to love everything that I am and everything that I am not.
Between the two of us, you are the rational one. You are the perfect balance I need to remind myself that I don't need a lot of things in life to be happy. You take care of me in ways that make me realize that I no longer have to be alone. I don't thank you enough for that.
You have all these little quirks that make me smile whenever I think about them and you keep your composure even when things get rough but the times when you've let your guard down and I saw you break, those moments made me love you a bit more because I saw a side of you that no one else saw.
I love how we have our own little world, our own little bubble where even if it's just the two of us, we don't get bored with one another and we can go on laughing for hours on end. Most people don't even get to experience that kind of love.
I was broken when you met me, I still am and for so many years I've become accustomed to doing things by myself. At times I've pushed you away and built a wall but I am amazed at how patient you are and that even if you don't exactly understand what I am going through or what it feels like to be me, you try your best to do so. Just because I don't say it, it doesn't mean that I don't see the effort you make.
With you I feel safe. With you I feel secure, and little by little, I start to feel whole.
I love you not because of the sweet things you do for me, I love you because you love me despite everything I am that isn't worth loving.
And since it is your birthday, I wrote a song for you.
I hope you like it.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Today is a special day.
It's Mother's Day. The day we dedicate to our Mothers, the woman who drives us crazy sometimes but we love her no matter what and we run to her when shit hits the fan.
All of my friends know that my mother and I have a non-conventional Mother-Son relationship. We're more like bestfriends and we can tell each other anything. When I am down, my mother is not the type who will pacify me. She will tell me to stand up and face the world with my head held high.
She taught me to be independent, to stand on my own two feet.
My mother can't do the laundry, but she'll hire the best laundry woman there is. She can't really cook, but she tries her best in the kitchen. My mother is not a typical mother. She has the beauty that make men fawn over her, she has the flare and pizzazz of a gay man, she curses like a sailor and she has one of the most infectious laughs I've ever heard.
When I told her I was gay, she said her dream came true. When something good happens, she's the first person I would call. When I need guidance on something big, I would solicit her advice. She gives good insight on things like when she told me this: "Good things come to those who wait. But not too long. I don't like waiting for a long time."
Everyone says that they have the best Mom in the world. Well, not only do I have the best mom, I also have the coolest mom.
I mean, look at her. Carrying around that selfie pod, not a care in the world :)
Happy Mother's day, Ma. Love you.