Twelve

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

9:46 PM

My dearest Popol,

Tonight you're sleeping over, because you had a meeting till late with your Disenyo crowd. But I got mad at you for not replying to my text, and making me wait a long time for you to arrive. I really didn't want to get mad but you drove me to it: you know how I hate being made to wait around!

But when you finally arrived and I had calmed down some, you were able to appease me right away. I don't know how you do that! I can't understand why it seems so easy for you to "puyok" me, and I give in right away. *sigh* I don't know if you just have a way with you, or if I just can't stay mad at you for long - either way, I'm thankful. Reconciliation is ALWAYS good in my book.

We just spent the past hour and a half reading and discoursing about our respective personalities. We really do have contrasting traits. But I guess that could be why we are so attracted to each other. Jerry Maguire's line comes to mind. Cheesy, yes. But that should be right up your alley! You're downstairs sleeping on my couch as I write this, and your mere presence is like a balm to my heart.

Yours in love,

Tya