One time I filled her car with flowers from the wheels to the seats while she was in the middle of a hosting stint. I remember, too, hanging a tarpaulin that screamed: “I love you, Nicolehyala!” on her office’s façade and having a sand castle in Boracay bearing the same affectionate words. If those things weren’t enough proof, I also filled her car with Hello Kitty stuff after a mall show. Nicole, I said to myself, will never regret her decision.
I was and am still proving that she is precious to me; that I can do everything and conquer anything for her—even the mighty Ondoy.
I am not fond of taking public transportation but when Ondoy struck and I wasn’t able to drive to her, I took the MRT, rode the jeepney, and—believe it or not—swam in the murky, rat-infested flood to be with her and make sure she was okay.
I swam for 2 kilometers near Hypermart in Mandaluyong and, as the flood went up to my shoulders, I found myself crying. These weren’t tears of fear or even disgust but more of worry. I thought I would never be able to see her again.
The water reached up to my head. God, I felt, was testing me and my love for Nicole. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t surrender or back down – my future wife was waiting for me.
So the storm passed, the story continued, and I made February of 2009 stand out from all other Februaries past.
I proposed.
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