Last year, J came to Manila the day before my birthday. We just celebrated it with a dinner somewhere. I asked him, “ano gift mo?” Now this question already presupposes the expectations of a gift. I don’t think this is a grave request on my part as it is my birthday and he, of all people, would be the one I could want a gift from.
Anyway, in his usual nakakaloko manner, “pumunta ako ng Davao.” It was an answer I expected from him. But being the little girl in disguise that I was, “aw. I want gift. Kahit small lang. Sige naaaa.” I was half serious-half joking. Having established that he isn’t the kind of partner who woos you with roses and chocolates, it was indeed enough for me that he was in Davao celebrating my day with me. However, a little token or trinket or card is highly appreciated as long as it is from him. (This may be something weird for most boys, being the practical beings they are. The feel it pointless to give something that is barely functional. But most girls just want a tangible manifestation of being remembered and adored. ) As for my request for a gift, I was given the answer “meron. Sometime this month.” And I was like… “Aaaaw. Sige na nga.”
August came and went… no gift. And yes, most every day of the month I lovingly pestered him for that promise of a gift. But let me clarify, I wasn’t mad or irritated or anything. I just liked that little playful banter we have regarding my penchant for surprises and his contrasting “I don’t do gifts” personality. While I would love the occasional creative romantic expression, I only need to remind myself that he would travel from his almost-Rizal home to the airport just to pick me up to make sure that I do not face the hassle of Manila on my own. So, it’s all good.
Anyway, I never thought he really meant that there was really a gift for my birthday. Not until November 27 did I find it out.
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