Love at First…
I ask him via sms, for lack of nothing to do, if it was love at first sight. He readily answered, “No.”
“It was love at first talk,” was his reply, with matching umlaut (uhm, the letter u with a pair of dots above it often called “smiley”).
Love at first talk. Nice. My brother has a lot of sense, really.
Mischievously teasing sister that I am, I pushed asking him yet again on how long after realizing his feelings that he was able to confess his love.
Gamely, he replied, “Three years.”
They went steady for six more years and got married, the product of which is a naughty-talky-witty Elai, now 4 years old.
And yesterday, we exchanged text messages again. My brother, Rhey, is in Zamboanga and was asking me if I know a flower shop that can deliver flowers for his one and only “Lav” on the 15th.
“On the 15th?!” I asked.
Haha! My brother said flowers are cheaper after Valentines.
And so, after a heavy meal at Bahay ni Lola (Pidoy’s to many), the scouting for a nearby flower shop was en route.
The Royal Flower Shoppe was were I finally placed the delivery for Rhey’s Lav. Then, there was the card. Hmm. I texted him and asked what to put there. Within minutes, he was able to compose his love message which I, in turn, carefully transcribed (adding more lines to even the space, hehehe).
By the way, the spring roses were delivered this morning, in time for Valentines, and he texted me his thanks.
Lav loved the flowers. =)