seven-year itch

"to hold and to be held" by kurt hasley.

it's been seven years exactly today. some things have changed between tim and me, but this thing we call love is still as strong as our resolve to live by newton's law of gravity. (only to each other, i insist).

i fell in love with this guy who didn't have the qualities of my-kind-of-man then - grunge look, carries a bad boy image, rockista, physically- and mentally- matured, independent-minded, dreamer, and highly stubborn. on the contrary, tim holds the crush-ng-bayan title, is touted as the school's fil-amboy genius, excels with no peer at maths and the sciences, belongs to upper crust butuan, and has manners of someone who is julie daza-trained.

tim is a geek. but not the ordinary type, i soon found out. even though i could not remember him directly asking for my number, we it hit off right away. bell's invention paved the way. i always get a kick out of knowing this geek has a rebel flair in him, aversed to an academic and domestic red tape, nonchalantly walks to school, draws a crowd during his piano recitals, smokes his daily dose of marlboro reds lights, can live on booze for one or two straight days, and treats bigmac as his food for the soul.

this guy is my grunge.