The Man of my Dreams
There he was, sitting right across Abet and me. Trying to take a nap, his head fell back, resting on the wall. He was serene and charming with his eyes closed. Abet and I were watching him. We were whispering to each other, talking about how beautiful this man was. Abet was telling me that he looked really nice and intelligent. He said he thought this man's going to be a good husband to me. I said I think, he's even going to be a very good father to my kids.
This is the first meeting of Abet and my man. Abet said my man looked very fresh, and refreshing at the same time. I said I think it would be very nice walking down the isle one day, coming to his arms. I thought of the food that I would like to learn to cook for him. What a nice back massage would do to him after his day's work. How happy I would be to sleep beside him at night, and what bliss I would feel to wake up beside him every morning.
Abet promised to help me design my traje de boda and emcee in my wedding reception. Abet, my best bud, liked him so much for me, sometimes even liked this beautiful man for himself!
Abet looked at me in the eyes and said, without batting an eyelash "gumagawa pala si Lord ng ganyan kagandang nilalang, ano?" and I tapped him in the arm with a hushed giggle. My man slowly slightly opened his eyes, and looked at us. Abet and I just smiled, as if we were not really talking about him. "Go back to sleep," I whispered with a very low voice that I thought he did not even hear, but he gently closed his eyes again. And Abet and I started staring at his angelic face again. Abet scrutinized his cleanly cut nails and his polished shoes. He noted of his ironed pants and tucked shirt. He even noticed his white arms while I looked at the veins that faintly showed on his strained hands that held his bag on his lap.
Abet and I gazed at him like a wild flower in the bushes. We adored him like a porcelain doll. We looked intently on how perfect he looked, of how perfect he could be. We agreed at once that this individual was clever. That he was never arrogant or conceited. That he was always sweet and caring. His well-styled hair matched his flawlessly pointed nose and impeccably red lips. Then just as we were almost giggling again, he awoke. We could not help but tug each other's elbows and smile. This beautiful creature gradually moved his eyes towards us again. We tried not to look suspicious. We would not be caught dead talking about him in his face.
Abet could not resist. It was the first time he saw him. There, sitting in front of us in that not-so-crowded LRT2 train. Abet gawked at him one more time, he thought this could be the last time that he would see this beautiful creature, the next time would be on my wedding day. And the train stopped for our station. My man awoke when the train stopped and looked at us. We looked at him, as if saying goodbyes. We alighted the train and turned to see him again one more time for the last time. I could not resist too. It was also the first time that I saw him. But he has always been the man of my dreams.
This is the first meeting of Abet and my man. Abet said my man looked very fresh, and refreshing at the same time. I said I think it would be very nice walking down the isle one day, coming to his arms. I thought of the food that I would like to learn to cook for him. What a nice back massage would do to him after his day's work. How happy I would be to sleep beside him at night, and what bliss I would feel to wake up beside him every morning.
Abet promised to help me design my traje de boda and emcee in my wedding reception. Abet, my best bud, liked him so much for me, sometimes even liked this beautiful man for himself!
Abet looked at me in the eyes and said, without batting an eyelash "gumagawa pala si Lord ng ganyan kagandang nilalang, ano?" and I tapped him in the arm with a hushed giggle. My man slowly slightly opened his eyes, and looked at us. Abet and I just smiled, as if we were not really talking about him. "Go back to sleep," I whispered with a very low voice that I thought he did not even hear, but he gently closed his eyes again. And Abet and I started staring at his angelic face again. Abet scrutinized his cleanly cut nails and his polished shoes. He noted of his ironed pants and tucked shirt. He even noticed his white arms while I looked at the veins that faintly showed on his strained hands that held his bag on his lap.
Abet and I gazed at him like a wild flower in the bushes. We adored him like a porcelain doll. We looked intently on how perfect he looked, of how perfect he could be. We agreed at once that this individual was clever. That he was never arrogant or conceited. That he was always sweet and caring. His well-styled hair matched his flawlessly pointed nose and impeccably red lips. Then just as we were almost giggling again, he awoke. We could not help but tug each other's elbows and smile. This beautiful creature gradually moved his eyes towards us again. We tried not to look suspicious. We would not be caught dead talking about him in his face.
Abet could not resist. It was the first time he saw him. There, sitting in front of us in that not-so-crowded LRT2 train. Abet gawked at him one more time, he thought this could be the last time that he would see this beautiful creature, the next time would be on my wedding day. And the train stopped for our station. My man awoke when the train stopped and looked at us. We looked at him, as if saying goodbyes. We alighted the train and turned to see him again one more time for the last time. I could not resist too. It was also the first time that I saw him. But he has always been the man of my dreams.
