love is dynamic

The sea shimmered and glowed. The cool breeze whipped around the leaves of the beautiful Acacia. People were walking around us, lazily, briskly. They were jostling around each other to get to the other end of the kilometer stretch promenade. They were talking animatedly, relating experiences in rapid discourse. Vendors were expertly maneuvering their large wooden boxes filled with assorted goodies and vices. It was a beautiful day. She was beautiful.
It’s been a while since we last got together. She vacationed for a week in Cebu, and I was busy with activities. Yesterday, we finally had the chance to catch up on our day to day struggle with life. We rendezvoused at the Boulevard. Dusk had set on a peaceful and quiet day. We were the only people sitting down. The rest were wrestling with the jogging crowd. We did the usual bf-gf thing. We talked. We laughed. We looked at each others faces. We smiled. We loved. We held hands. She said, "Labs, nganung init ka?" I ignored her innocent query. I returned the question, "Nganung bugnaw ka labs?" a dramatic pause ensued. She answered, "Patay man gud ko labs." she continued, "patay kaayo ko nimu." Now, that may sound corny to some who do not understand the language of love, but it definitely made me smile sheepishly. What she said was something. It was not meant to be a stupid joke. It was a sincere and cute statement said in a very unintentional way. I squeezed her hand in mine. I closed my eyes and savored that very moment, smiling the whole time, unmindful of all the little children running around, parents with face towels hanging on their shoulders as they try to stabilize their offspring. I was happy, very happy from a shallow human act of loving.
I opened my eyes back to reality. It was dark already. I coaxed her to go with me to Silliman beach, were the darkness offers cover for intimate moments. We left the bustling Boulevard with its charming lights, and proceeded to mount my motorbike, parked along that big house beside Bethel. We rode towards that secluded beach, quite famous among lovers and barkadas as the place to go for evening tambays. As I knew it would be, the darkness created a veil of carefree animalistic tendencies. We bathed in the darkness as we romantically strolled along the barren low tide beach. Other lovers were coming out from nowhere doing god knows what, fixing their disheveled attires from rolling under over-turned bancas. They were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, trying to look genteel, feigning innocence.
My girlfriend and I, we’re different. I did not bring her to Silliman beach for sex. I am a dignified person. I brought her there to show her what others would’ve done if she were with another guy, if we were like the rest. I wanted to show how much I care for her, how much I love her. I didn’t want to do it in the typical showy, cutesy way. I wanted to show her the reality of things. I wanted her to understand the reality that I am not just any other guy, that I do love her more than anything in this world and that I need to be with her. I hugged her, I kissed her on that gorgeous night.
I brought her home later that evening. I walked her to the doorstep. We stood facing each other. I held her in my arms, and kissed her. I said goodbye with the biggest smile. I waited for her to close the door, and I walked back to my motor bike, happy. It was midnight. I drove home picturing her beautiful face in my head. How her sinful lips curved when she smiles. How her eyes blinked when she tells me stories. How my hands fit the curve of her body. How her touch sends wonderful sensations to mine. It was a wonderful evening, full of love, longing, and life.
Through the years that we’ve been together, we’ve learned so much from each other. We’ve been giving and taking. Our relationship has seen the best and the worst of us. It has weathered all possibilities of breaking up, yet we stood strong to make it work. It has reached the highest form of love, plateaued and dropped again. Our relationship is something I intend to keep for the rest of my life. She is now part of my dream future. I see us together with our future kids happily living together. I couldn’t imagine a better person for me. However, I know I am being very idealistic, but I am willing to do whatever I can to make it possible for me and for her.
That night, I had the best time of my life because whenever I am with her, it’s always the best of times. Even when we fight, I enjoy thinking about us fighting. Even just a glimpse of her as I live through my busy day, happiness always follows. I think that’s what love should be, dynamic.