a song i listened to reminded me of how much i hated sundays growing up. lagi ko naaalala yung hassle ng mga kailangan for monday and pag-iwas ko sa kagustuhan ng pamilya ko magsimba. then i met you. i couldn't get enough of you and i still can't get enough. since i met you, i wanted to be with you for every second that i breathe. and i couldn't bother to care if i "lost" my weekends. my hands couldn't stay that long without holding yours. i would ask if i could come see you in the weekend and you let me. soon enough sundays became our day to hang out in the weekend kahit magkikita na rin talaga tayo kinabukasan. we'd eat snacks, sit around the places na sawa ka na (sorry), and just talk or walk in silence. it's so perfect. being with you is always so perfect. okay pa kahit raratratin ako sa pag-uwi dahil inabot na ng late at may pasok bukas. i remember how i used to hate sundays, now it's one of my favorite days of the week. i say "yehey! sunday na. makikita na kita uli." and i can't stop thinking of the day i won't have to go away and home is where you and i stay.
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