As Roan and I begin this journey towards sharing a life together, please allow us to take you back to how all these started.
08 October 2011
Seven days since Roan arrived in Manila, we decided to take a trip further down south that weekend. He was staying a bit longer than the last time he was in town, so he wanted to ensure that we make the most out of his vacation leave. Our very first out-of-town trip was when we went to Corregidor Island in April 2011. Roan particularly arranged this to make up for most special occasions that we failed to celebrate together, and I was glad that he did despite the time constraint.
That Saturday morning, we drove all the way down to Nasugbu, Batangas. I had been meaning to take him to the Transfiguration Chapel of Caleruega where I had our college retreat during my senior year, and figured that was the perfect time to do so. We spent all day there, but on our way back to Manila, we suddenly thought of stopping over at the mall for dinner. We were attending my godson’s 7th birthday party the following weekend, so we decided to buy his gift since we’re already at the mall.
I don’t know if it was fatigue or something else, but as the night progressed, I was being cranky towards Roan. It only got evident when I suddenly walked out on him right in the middle of the mall. I had to go get something at the grocery when I sped off, not even glancing back at him. As I was standing in line at the cashier, I figured he didn’t run after me (which, by the way, got me disappointed), but my slight annoyance was replaced with slight panic when it occurred to me that I had Roan’s mobile phone all along. I know he’s not stupid, but finding your way out of SM Mall of Asia pissed off was not the best of options there is either. Becoming aware of this, I made my way to the open parking lot beside the mall entrance scrambling. I breathed a sigh of relief (of course, I hid him this) when I saw him standing beside our SUV. He looked pissed to the core, so I dared not speak while I fiddled with my car keys.
To cut the long story short, we ended the night upset with each other. Problem was, we had planned beforehand that we’re going to Pink Sisters in Tagaytay the following day.
09 October 2011
Still apprehensive to go, I picked Roan up at their house early that morning. If not for Mom who had given me their written petitions to offer at Pink Sisters earlier, I would have opted to spend my Sunday at home. Roan and I remained silent for the most part of our trip. Or at least I did for I had no intentions of speaking to him until we arrive at our destination. Roan had been to Pink Sisters with me before, so he already knew the drill. While I was offering my prayers, Roan went to get pieces of paper and pens at the corner of the church. Like the last time, we busied ourselves by writing our personal petitions in silence. When Roan was done with his, he asked me to proofread what he’d written. I hesitated the first time, but he insisted, so though confused, I agreed.
Roan had his paper folded twice. I opened it, and realized that he had written a two-page entreaty. Hmm. Interesting. I thought to myself. When I turned to read the second page, I froze in my seat. Not much was written on that piece of paper, but those words were big enough to mean the world to me.
Subsequently, Roan pulled out the little box that held my precious engagement ring. He flipped it open, and offered to put it on my ring finger. As soon as he did, I burst into silent tears (we were still inside the church) and hugged him.
That’s when I realized that we had an audience. A family was seated behind us, and they were smiling at what they had just witnessed. Slightly embarrassed, Roan and I smiled back at them and began to walk outside the church.
It was, indeed, one of the happiest days of my life. Needless to say, I had to give Roan the credit for pissing me off the day before, completely distracting me from his play. It wasn’t as fancy as in the movies, but thoughtful and sweet, nonetheless.