The first time, we were in college...
You asked me out on a date, and I said "yes, later, when school's over for the summer".
You were happy with that for a moment but the next moment you wanted more.

"I'll wait for you after class, ok?" you told me.
"My last class is until nine."
"I'll wait."
"Why?"
"So I can walk you home."
"Why?"
"So I can make sure you're all right."

And you waited until nine that night and many more T-Th-S(Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday) nights afterwards. Until almost every night, you were already "walking me home", which actually meant we had to take two jeepney rides and an LRT ride together. At around 11:00 p.m., after you've said good night to my parents, you'd take another three jeepney rides (because the LRT had closed). You'd get to your home at past midnight.

Seven hours later, we'd see each other again at school, and you'd smile at me as if you had enough sleep, and I'd smile back as if I hadn't stayed up wondering if you were ok.

The hundredth time, I was in Makati. I was getting used to my first job and you were gettting used to yours. I thought graduation meant we would soon have to break up and either try to be friends or try to forget about each other. When you had to work and live in Cavite, I knew in my heart that everything would soon be over. But it was never over because you called me one lunch time and said,"I'll pick you up."
So from Cavite to Makati you came, then to Parañaque to make sure I made it home all right. You called each lunch time afterwards and made that seven-hour trip each evening to bring me home safely and then get back home to your place. My friends made me realize that not all boyfriends do the things you do. My mom made me realize you would take care of me for the rest of my life.

The three thousandth time, we were married. And now you weren't just picking me up anymore. In the mornings you would drive me first to my office before driving on to yours. You endured each hour I spent in the bathroom putting on makeup, patiently looked over the clothes I kept pulling out of the closet, ignoring each memo from your boss that told you to come in earlier. In the afternoon you still waited for me (in a car this time, so no more jeepneys), ready to make sure we got home to our baby safely.

The last time, I think we'd be really, really old...Our kids would all be grown up with families of their own and you would've lost your hair and I would've lost my 24-inchwaistline. On that day, the sun will be shining, but I'll be crying because the doctor will tell me there's nothing more they can do for you. I will see your calm face as they cover you with a white blanket and for a moment I will think, "Who's gonna make sure I get home all right?"

But then, in that hospital room, I will suddenly look up, and you'd be there beside me looking as cute as when we were in college.
"Come on," you will tell me.
"Let's walk home together."
And I will take your hand, stand by your side and together we'll walk away from that hospital room.
And that will be the last time, because from then on...
you wouldn't need to lookafter me...
because we'll never have to leave home again.


credits go to my KNYG yahoogroup and mister iremolar person guy... (hehehe!)