HOW it hit me I distinctly remember: while sipping Mountain Dew on a gotohan stool in nowhere Paranaque, she pulled out and cracked open her copy of The Apple Way like a matching accessory to her minis and heels. No way I can't fall for and love the girl. Between then and now, as the Angels and Airwaves song says, "Everything, everything's magic.." How when most Cubao X stores were already closed, the only one we got to enter had a vintage foosball table! Over at Halo, the whole second floor, with its corner book cabinet, was ours for the night. It's that right, even if on our way to the bus stop from an MMFF movie, we almost stepped on a dead kitten. I'm happy that yesterday we treaded the old, forgotten walls (and yeah, church) as a couple; the Jollibee lunch and the gourmet sandwiches were sweet incidentals. As we switch between long walks, jeepney trips, and MRT rides, we journey on attentive to our stories and to one that we're piecing together. Really cool, and I'm in this deep. Dear Rach, "just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight/ prepare for the best and the fastest ride."