My Other Half

I met him exactly 7 years-8months-21-days-5 hours ago…He gave me a hard time…I waited for 20 hours before he finally showed up in our not-so-cozy-meeting-place. It was awkward because a lot of people waited for his arrival too, all worries painted on their faces….for me and for him. I almost gave up waiting….it took the energy out of me, it felt like I was ready to go, but there’s this little voice inside me which kept saying “ Hold on, don’t give up, he will be the perfect gift for your upcoming birthday ( well, I met him a week before my 3oth birthday) And so I did, and boy, was it the biggest miracle in my life. A precious gift so priceless. But you see, he didn’t smile when he saw me, I don’t even think he cared to look at me. He just cried and cried, and he got this funny looking face I couldn’t erase in my memory. He had coneshaped head, swollen eyes, and gosh, he was NAKED!!!! Whew! I was too tired to shake his hands, much less say hi back to him….and then he was gone….and so that was the first day I laid my eyes on him…there were no fireworks whatsoever, I was exhausted…so much about our first date.....


Next day came, the moment I opened my eyes, he was already there beside me…Geez, my hair was disheveled, my thoughts in disarray…my breath….hmmm..never mind…But he didn’t complain, he was just there lying beside me, sleeping….what a way to start second date huh??? I held his hand, squeezed it even, but he didn’t budge, he just lay there in serenity,so peaceful in my bed….Then, people came and went, all of them wanted to see him too….Did you say I was jealous….of course, this is just our second date, and all people are swarming over him, like he was the new tv idol or something…they took pictures of him….when it came out, he was the cute one and I looked horrible…my nose were big, my tits were wet, my body looked like it was pumped up with too much helium….whew! I got worried, coz of this first-impressions-lasts thing….What if he didn’t like me? What if that horrible first picture of ours will stuck in his memory…Oh no, I needed a major make over 101….


Days passed, we got to know each other…everyday, there was just something about him that constantly surprised me…Like he would sleep all day, his poops were black….he cant even go to the loo to pee….he just peed and pooped anywhere, anytime, anyplace….goodness gracious, he is something else! But he got that smile I cant forget….everytime I held his hand, it just gave me a reason to be thankful about. I would say “ God, thank you for letting me meet this fellow”. He wont talk to me though, he had this weird sounds that I would translate in what was appropriate for the day. Of course, not all liked him, some would give snide remarks about him, like hes just too damn dark, hes got short legs, he is too noisy….well, sometimes to show resentments to these nasty comments he screams no end……and the detractors? They all shut up…..3 points for that….


Our relationship is no different from others though, it’s not all bed of roses….we fight too. And when we fight, it usually pierced my heart…We try to resolve matters by taking a breather….I let him have his corner, while I find something to be busy about…then we talk. As always, he would agree in the end, with a little smirk on his face. He has been worse in the sanitary department, when he is out with his friends, I can smell him even if he is still 100 steps away from me, he stinks all over, his head, his underarms….oh, I just have to drag him to the bathroom everytime….But he is always so easy to please, I just let him watch his favorite tv show, and he is done for the day. He is also very receptive to new things, he can memorize all tv ads in a snap, or the short lines of a particular tv show…and he is updated in whats hot and whats new….The only bad thing about it is, he always asks me to buy it for him, he bleeds my pocket dry….


But you see, it is still heaven with him around and hell without him….I will never exchange him for anything in this world. HE IS MY AIR, MY PRIDE, MY JOY. Period. No qualifying statements. No caveats. You can see it: We’ve got something going on here -- there is a palpable feeling in the air about love that is unconditional. I love him no end, even if he hurts me, even if he forsakes me, even if he leaves me one day. My love is so strong that it will stay solid and firm even if the world crashes upon me. After 7 years, 8 months, 21 days and 5 hours with him, I am whole again. My life became meaningful because of his very presence in my life.


Do you want to meet him? Okay, let me introduce him to you:


Presenting the very special person in my life: ZACH PHILIP M. FERROLINO…..my son…..my other half…..


Now you know why.....