The Sweet Lucidity of Stolen Time
I never realized how precious 50 minutes could be.
Yesterday wasn’t a very good day for me, I had the worst time commuting, I ran late because I missed the LRT by 5 secs, I studied really hard for a graded recitation in Criminal Law but I didn’t get called, I had to spend all my money on 200+ pages of xeroxed cases and plus my bus seatmate on my way home was a total skank.
It was a pretty dismal day and it probably would have been the worst when a text mesage woke me up at midnight.
“M hme n hun rng my fone wn u wke up hatd kta ofc"
Because unless my eyes were deceiving me, at 12:30 midnight, my usually sweetly oblivious boyfriend is actually telling me he’ll be driving me to work!
Other people who probably say, "What’s the fuss? Don’t boyfriends usually do that?" Well, our relationship routine is very different from the norm, he doesn’t usually drive me to work or pick me up from school, he doesn’t always text or call me at home or at work, he doesn’t give me flowers, i pick up the tab every now and then– he’s the ultimate nontraditional boyfriend.
Clearly, those I mentioned are products of effort but I actually didn’t really mind their absence because deep-down, I knew that those are just ordinary trappings. A guy could give a girl flowers every day but its truly not an actual indication of a man’s sincerity. Vince could be pretty boneheaded at times, he’s completely oblivious and he wouldn’t have a clue unless you fill him in on the details– twice. But I’m actually coming to grips with his kakuripotan, kamanhidan, and his inherent lack of initiative and romance.
Right now, in the middle of all the craziness going on in both our lives, his with his work and upcoming certification and mine with school and my job, it’s easy to see that there’s a chance we’ll drift apart or that one of us will get frustrated at the hecticness of our lives. The fact that he’s completely complacent is also a deep concern of mine– until this weekend when I got that message.
I realized then that he’s making an effort to keep our relationship going. My uber relaxed boyfriend is finally going the extra mile and although that extra mile is often cut short by the restraints of our schedule, every single minute is priceless. This weekend of stolen time, a quick breakfast, a hurried lunch, driving me to school, taking me to work– I realized that this is all I need to know that he loves me.
August 9th, 2006 at 10:17 pm
*sobs* i know the feeling.. takes me two hours to get to my babys place then we sepnd only around an hour with eachother. time really is priceless. every second counts.
i miss my baby tuloy.. =p