πŸ’– 10 Years πŸ’–

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“If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something.”

(Before Sunrise, 1995)


2007, early in the afternoon. Back then, we had the luxury of having no agendas or goals beyond the next day or the weekend. We’ve been carrying on a conversation, but halfway into it we just trailed off, and after a long moment, looking into my eyes, he said, Ikaw na.Β Β You’re the one.

He doesn’t remember this anymore, and I get it, because after 10 years together, moments like these are legion and they cease to become one-off phenomena. Instead they become a rhythm, an ongoing beat that we dance along to, together.

I only remember it because I wrote it down at some point. My own physical memory is frail – I leave behind tablets, diamond rings, neck pillows, and money on a regular basis. So the things that matter to me, I write down, painstakingly, so that I never forget.

What struck me then – how easily we understood, early on, that this was for the long haul. By our first year, there was no doubt in my mind that he was the man I’ll spend the rest of my life with. I’ve worried – and I still do – about how we’ll manage, but I never doubted that we’ll do it together.

After ten years, we’ve had so many more moments, fights, epiphanies, experiences, words, investments, and decisions that the beat has become so layered and varied. It has dipped and slowed down at some points, but it has never stopped playing.

And we’re still dancing.

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Photos by Benj Villena and Justine Racho

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