Saturdays

It was over a few drinks, and a silly question that made you, for the lack of better terms, confess that you still liked me. It was the first time you were all anxious and awkward towards me.

It was the first SMS conversation that I called you my “boyfriend”. It was the first awkward mass together.

It was the first time I felt jealous. It was the first time you reassured me.

It was the first birthday gift-giving day. It was the first time you tried to hug and kiss me. It was the first really tight hug.

It was the first time you called my parents as if they were yours.

It was the first introductions as your “girlfriend”. It was the first picture together. It was the first night I whispered to you an “I love you”.

It was the first train ride together. It was the first encounter with the question, ‘So, how long have you been guys together?”. It was our first church visit. It was the first cheek kiss.

It was the first 12AM monthsary-text greeting.

It was the first 100 days of being together.

It was the first whole day spent together. It was the first lazy afternoon spent with each other. It was the first catching-up on each other’s lives conversation.

It has always been on Saturdays. And weekends make me look forward to Saturdays.

But I have something that I need to tell you. 

You make me look forward not only to Saturdays. I also put a silly smile on my face on Sundays, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. All because I know that I have you in my life.  

Thank you for being the love that makes me look forward to waking up each, and every single day. And I honestly can’t wait for more and more Sundays to Saturdays and Januarys to Decembers to spend with you.  

And guess what, I’m writing this to you on a Saturday. <3