Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Friday, February 25, 2011

My First Present

13. For my seventeenth birthday, I had a party. We don't usually have parties at my house at birthdays because they can be quite costly. They are usually just a simple family gathering with lots of food. For this affair, I invited some of my closest friends from both high school and college. My parents even paid for a lechon(roasted pig) to be made. There was chocolate cake, one I helped bake with my grandmother among other delicious foods. At that party I was so very happy, though I spent my time mingling from group to group and making sure everyone was alright. Everyone I loved was in the room as my birthday song was sung and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. The moment I blew my birthday candles, I wished for nothing more than for us to work out.I prayed for us that as we grew older we'd love each other more. And that we would be together forever. After a few drinks, we all went to attend a concert by Hale and Bevs held at the University Coliseum. As we were walking together side by side at the dim parking lot you sneakily took my hand and fastened an exquisite bracelet on my wrist, one with colorful swarovski crystals. You kissed me and said happy birthday. I was stunned and flattered. My heart melted once more. I had not expected a gift from you because I told you that your presence was more than enough. It was expensive; you have been secretly saving your allowance for quite a while, haven't you? And you told me that you picked it out because the colors reminded you of me and my qualities, and you chose crystals because I was very precious to you. I cherish it, not only because it's your first gift to me, but because it's the first time someone ever put so much effort into a gift. It was my first time ever accepting a gift from a boy as well. It was indeed a memorable night. With the sensation that my heart is being squeezed, I couldn't be more happier.     

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