You can say that yesterday was a hectic day.

First of, half of my day was spent in ATC... alone at first, but then I found out my dad's brother was at the mall looking for stuff to buy. I decided (more like my father suggested) that I accompany him that day.

I agreed and whoa, what a day of shopping.

I seriously cannot get over the fact that not only am I broke... but I'm late for class.

... when I told myself that I should change my tardy ways. Ohwells.

We don't change overnight, or so they popularly say.

But I was kind of grateful that I missed half of that boring class. I hate it. The only consolation that I could think of is that I have a prof who likes to talk a lot and gives satisfying grades by the end of the term.

After that class, I saw Bee and he prolly didn't saw me. But... Iunno. It's like we didn't even know or notice each other... or think that we even existed in our own little worlds. Then I remembered that he had a nightmare.

A specific nightmare that revolved around me.

A fear of losing someone, you could say. And... I felt so sad... but loved and wanted at the same time. I don't want Bee to feel like I'm... going to end up being like that. Like... we're going to end up at the same road that someone else had gone through.

We're trying to make things work and different, roit?

We'll last.

Then you know the drill after class when both of us are free, he drove me home and waited for me to get ready for Miko's debut that night. Afterwards, we went to his house and he got prepared while I ogled their newly designed house.

I think it's pretty-er. Lol.

So yeah. Then we went to Balibago for the party. But we were too early so we decided to go to SM. We got stuff that was needed for his new furniture and we also bought this Fondue kit. He said it was an early plan for our 2nd monthsary on the 1st of June, Sunday.

I agreed.

Then we went around to look for a gift. Lol, we noticed we're late, but... yanno. Gift. Haha. Then he said that he knows of this really cool shirt. And I was like, "awesome, where?" So he led us to Matilda and we saw this shirt I wanted!

Black Sheep product!

And I was like... so THIS is where you buy this kind of shirt.

I wanted one, but Miko should be the priority that night.

So we bought this black shirt with the words:

To: _______

Happy

__________

But we couldn't write anything on it cos we didn't have a white pentel pen. Sucks as.

Haha.

We had fun. And Bee was full so that's a good thing. Haha. The dining part would be the funniest part of my night. As the programs ended, though... it was another crazy photoshoot session--like what always happens in La Salle when someone has a camera.

Then we went home... but not before dropping Nap home since we didn't want him to walk all the way to his house at that time of mid-morning.

Afterwards, Bee dropped me home... but not before our talk.

A certain point needed in a relationship would have to be trust. And the contradiction of everything related to trust, there is what we call... jealousy. I must admit, as a woman of seemingly low self-esteem (yes, people think that is impossible for me, not bragging or anything)... I get jealous easily even though it's not that obvious.

To him, anyways.

I noticed that from my former relationships... I have absolutely no care whatsoever if that dude dated some other chick while he's still together with me. Because... somehow... I don't feel that certain click and I'm waiting for that flame to sizzle me.

Joji... I don't know why it's different, you know? Gah. I know I'm going crazy over this. Crazy, I tell you!

Then I remember our class today... our topic for INTPHIL. Sir mentioned about relationships. It was all a blur except this certain statement that came up. Obsession. A relationship is alright in any means--and love is right in the right circumstance--but when you're already obsessed with your lover... you have to think it through.

Is it still right or already wrong in the sense?

Am I obsessed? I don't think so.

Or I would like to think so. But it's me... roit? In my perspective, talking about the one you love is normal. I am not obsessed with him since I can honestly say that I can still be in a safe distance from him or I can be without him in most times.

An obsession. It got me thinking.

And I can say... I am not obsessive. I am just in love.

Deeply in love with someone who I know loves me back.

So why should I care what other people might interpret this abstract emotion?

It's a normal thing and I shouldn't be ashamed. And I'm not.