How Do I Know He Loves Me?

Song of the Moment: That’s How You Know by Amy Adams

Today, I got several calls from my E at the last hour of the workday. We called each other on expensive mobile phone rates three times in less than an hour. It wasn’t because there was an emergency that required constant coordination. It was simply because we were in love… and we were also the best of friends.

E was going to be out with the boys, while I was going to go running tonight. We were really supposed to be doing our own things, but… yeah. We just had to have a semblance of each other’s presence. The first call was to rave about how great our days were. I finally won over an internal sales argument against people more “senior” than I was, and he just met with the Board of X-company in the prospect of buying the X-company soon. The second call was to rave about a new gadget sale I discovered online, and to listen to him munching down on his McDo meal. The third call was to caution me that he was going to watch The Happening again, and that he loved me in case he does not survive the post-film trauma. He also wanted to tell me about a weird encounter with fate.

Anyway, rewind back to my recent trip in Boracay, I remember my single friends questioning R and I for reporting to our boyfriends every time something significant happened. We were asked if we felt trapped, constrained and basically choked by this whole reporting system. R and I just shrugged and said, “No, it doesn’t feel like we’re being restrained at all.” I actually believe that, contrary to what the jaded heart might say, being with someone you oh-so-utterly love is very liberating. You’ll feel a great sense of freedom when you’re with the right one. So what if you could have just waited for him to tell you about the good day at work when he gets home? So what if you were just itching to share how heavenly delicious the Chimichangas are at Mañana in Boracay? Nothing seems to be too mundane to be shared with a loved one.

So here we are. A list of things that will only make sense to a person in love, but will seem so ridiculous to someone who isn’t:

1. Your excitement over something will only be fully satisfied when you’ve shared it with him, whether it’s closing a new deal or noticing how unusually huge the full moon is.
2. You don’t feel obliged to report about your day to him… but you just do anyway cuz it’s fun to do.
3. You can eat just about anything, in any way you want, and still look beautiful in his eyes with your greasy fingers.
4. You can cry in silence, in his arms, and that’s all the comforting you’ll ever need.
5. You bitch about looking bad in a bikini, and he pinches your love handles and says, “I love you too!”
6. You let him talk about all his guy stuff and actually start getting interested in how awesome the Penalty Shoot-out was during the last Chelsea vs. Man Utd game.
7. You randomly send each other links to articles on the web that caught your interest.
8. You laugh about so many things together. You just keep laughing until that “long hard day stigma” disappears into thin air.
9. You can sit him down to talk about what you’ll do with your future together… and you’ll get more than quiet nods, such stuff like distinct plans on how to get there.
10. You get extra kisses and hugs (plus a new tube of Airborne) when you’re sick, even if it means risking he’ll catch the flu too.
11. You linger inside the car before entering the house because it’s difficult to say goodbye, even if you spent the entire day together.

Eeeeeewwww… cheese. *shrug* Admit it. You want to be foolishly in love too. J

P.S. As expected, today was a day of triumph. Hehehe. See? My speculations yesterday were correct.