His Version of Our Story ♥

A budding office romance isn't really as complicated as one might think. 
It all started a year ago. A kick-off meeting for the year's committee on events-planning was held in our main office. Present were familiar faces and old-time members, which I am one. Also in the meeting were first-time members who answered the call for volunteer recruitment. My girlfriend-to-be was one of them. Different activities were raffled off to the members, and she and I ended up as partners.

We communicated through email at first. I was on the morning shift and she worked on the night shift. We bounced ideas off each other for preparation for our assigned tasks. Later on, we would meet in the office at a suitable time to discuss our plans. We would text and call each other for updates and follow-ups.

We immediately clicked and proved to be a great team. This newfound friendship extended beyond the confines of our membership to the committee. We began to know each other more. Likes and dislikes, interests, hobbies. Eventually we had grown deeper fondness for one another. And as if holding true to the tradition of boy-meets-girl scenarios, we became a couple.

We had a great start. We began seeing each other more. Just like typical couples going on dates, we watched movies, had lunch and dinner, visited places, and took a lot of pictures together. The difference in our working shifts was never a hurdle for us. We would always find time to meet early in the morning or at night as it progresses. We were happy and did not worry about anything. Everything was almost perfect.
But the honeymoon stages of relationships always come to an end.

We began seeing each other's faults. We would quarrel over the little things. There would be raised voices and some shouting. Fuming text messages would be exchanged. Our disputes become worse when no one would seem to give up, almost never letting of an arrogant pride. A mighty slap in the face would be seemingly less painful compared to the emotional beating we would have to endure every time we bicker.
But in the end, we always patch things up. We would learn a lot. And we become stronger.

We're not both perfect. My flaws are already a part of myself. And hers, too, contribute to her character in some way. We have to accept us both for who we are. Some flaws aren't even permanent. We change one another for the better. Just by knowing that one is also being loved by the other, we are greatly inspired.
We are constantly in a very light mood furthered by laughter over silly jokes. For a couple that seems compatible with each other, we have major differences as well.

She might never understand my enthusiasm for Star Wars and other science-fiction and fantasy fandoms that reek of geekiness; I might not see the logical reason behind wanting and owning a lot of shoes and bags. I think my Stormtrooper armor is superior to her dress and shoes and bag ensemble, but her hundreds of Instagram photos are worth a gazillion words of storytelling compared to my Harry Potter books. Also, we go on debating on who’s the better player between LeBron James and Kobe Bryant.

And yet, we support one another's interests. We make efforts to find gifts that the other one would really like. A sweet little note or surprise email is sent from time to time. When one is troubled by a problem or stress, the other one is always available to help.

I've been to her home and met her family in numerous times. I also bring her to my family's gatherings for them to get to know about her.

Our relationship isn't perfect, but the love we share is. The great things we see in our togetherness bring us more positivity. With this, we carry ourselves with a favorable outlook towards a foreseeable future with each other.

This post my friends, is Beej's version of our story. This was sent to the whole RCG community as an entry for the RCG Valentine's Day's "Share your love story" activity. =)

Ang haba ng hair ko! Nag-blush ako ng very hard!!! :P

I love you, Beejay!!! =))