Three days after last year's Valentine's Day, I told my guy "I love you" for the first time.

It wasn't the most glorious moment there could be: we were standing in front of a legendary Sisig Restaurant, jeepneys and buses honking in our background, street children cluster with their collected alms as my eyes stared at his, trying to diminish all the worldly noise everywhere and doing in vain.

"I love you", I told him. Amidst all the noise I was competing with, he didn't hear those three words.

I knew it wasn't the most glorious moment, but I knew it was the right time to say it.

One year short of three days after that night, I'm picturing a big day for both...

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