We Were Perfect

2. 2011

(Let's just say na same batch si Ara and Thomas)

Ara's POV
Ilang months na rin ako nakatira dito sa dorm and I must say I love my teammates, oo agad agad. Sobrang saya nila kasama they're like family! Si Thomas rin, naka dorm na. Swerte namin no? Same college.

Mika: Ara andito nanaman boyfriend mo
Ara: Grabe Ye, maka "nanaman"
Mika: Di ka ba nagsasawa araw araw mo ata yan kasama? Magpamiss ka naman sakanya oh kahit isang araw lang
Ara: Iba na pag in love
Mika: Walang forever ate
Ara: Bitter ka lang!

Mika Reyes, my roommate. I also consider her as my best friend. Yes I've only met her for a few months but it's like she's my soulmate. I believe that your soulmates, they don't have to be the opposite sex or that you'll be in a romantic relationship with them. SOUL MATES. Kumbaga parang kilalang kilala niyo lang isa't isa. Parang spoon and fork, shoes and shoelaces, meat and salt. You get me?

Thomas: Baby!
Ara: Pedophile!
Thomas: Huh?
Ara: Tinawag mo akong baby. Girlfriend mo ako tapos tawag mo sakin baby? May gusto ka sa bata? Ang tanda mo na may gusto ka sa bata! Pedophile!
Thomas: Ano nanaman nakain mo?
Ara: Hehe wala lang I just missed messing around with you.

2009 nung una kong nakilala si Thomas, 2010 nung naging kami. Iba siya, ibang iba sa mga lalaki. Una sa lahat, may direksyon buhay niya, alam niya kung ano gusto niya. Pangalawa, mahal niya pamilya niya. Hindi niyo alam kung gano kagwapo ang isang lalaking pinapahalagahan ang pamilya niya. At panghuli, mahal niya ako para sa ako. Madami pang rason kung bakit iba siya, pero eto ang tatlong paborito ko. He often calls me belle sabi niya, belle means beautiful. I call him beau, boyfriend in French if I remember correctly.

Thomas: Did you find the letter I left for you?
Ara: San mo nanaman inipit yun?
Thomas: Parang di mo naman na-aapreciate yung letters na binibigay ko

Letters, Thomas writes me letters everyday. Sometimes they are long, sometimes they are just like notes, reminders.

Belle,

You are everything, everything.

With love,
Beau

Belle,

I will pick you up later so don't worry you get an extra 30 minutes of sleep, you don't have to commute to go home. I'm sure your parents are thrilled that you're going home.

With love,
Beau

Belle,

I'm sorry for our fight last night, I was jealous. I'm not used to sharing you, not to mean that you are my property. Are you? Are you my property? Can I label you as mine? Because I am sure that I am yours; but I don't want you to think that I think of you as an object because you are not. You are a beautiful human being, that I have the pleasure of loving. Anyway, again, I am sorry, go spend time with your friends and I will sort out my feelings. I only want what's best for you; I only want what makes you happy

With love,
Beau

Belle,

It rained today, I thought of you.

With love,
Beau

Ara: Uy drama mo naman, I appreciate them, a lot really. Pero saan mo nga nilagay? Minsan hindi ko na makita eh
Thomas: Sa notebook mo, check mo na lang. Una na ako, nagtext si Jeron, hindi pala kami freecut.

I found the letter na inisip ni Thomas

Belle,

Belle, my belle, you are as beautiful as day. You are my salt, and I am your meat.

With love,
Beau

I can't help but smile with his notes. I once read a story that said

"There was once a king who had 3 beautiful daughters. The king was ill and needed an heir, so he asked his first daughter

'How much do you love me?' 'As much as the air we breathe' said the daughter

He then asked his second born 'How much do you love me?' 'As endless as the stars in the sky' answered the second daughter

Lastly, he asked his youngest daughter 'How much do you love me?' It took a while before the youngest daughter responded but she finally said 'Like meat loves salt'

'Then you do not love me very much'. He then sent his youngest daughter to exile.

The youngest daughter studied culinary and worked hard until she was able to create her own restaurant.

The oldest daughter was to be wed and a banquet was in order. The youngest daughter was sent to the palace to cook for the banquet. When the king tasted the steak that was served, he was angered. 'Send in the cook who made this!'

The king was shocked when he saw his youngest daughter. 'Why have you cooked such a thing?' 'I would not serve you a dish with salt because you said before that salt is not that much of importance to meat'"

I told Thomas this story. I always tell him the books that I've read, the new learnings I've acquired, and countless of other things. It is true, he is my meat and I am his salt. I love him like meat loves salt.