Hey, future lawyer.
So, September is almost here. I can’t imagine how anxious you must be right now, for you don’t only have the upcoming bar exams heavy on your shoulders, but also the high expectations of practically everyone you know in Baguio (and in the Philippines, and outside the Philippines) as well. Punkin, I know how much you want all this pressure to be over so that you can crash hard and relax after almost five years of nonstop studying. I know how much you want to pass the bar and be a lawyer. I know how much it will mean to you.
I wish the best for you, little feet. There’s nothing much to be said these days aside from I love you so much, and I want things to be okay for you. It will mean the world to me if I see you happy and fulfilled.
After the bar exams will be another long, agonizing wait for the result, and I want you to know I will be there for you. Thanks for knowing that however far we are from each other, that we are still together – always together.
The last four years have been the happiest, most colorful, most frustrating and most inspiring period of my life. This year has been our hardest and I want to thank you for sticking around, and trying your best to be the stronger one.
So much has been said, and there is so much more to be said. You know how much this relationship means to me, or maybe you never will, because neither I can imagine what this love has done and will do to me … it is that enormous, I guess.
There are more hardships to come. My family’s difficulty to accept us, most of all, weighs us down. We’ve gone too far now to go back, and so I assure you that I will march on and make things right, just so we can someday shout to the whole world how much we mean to each other.
I love you every day, Punkin. I am so glad you were born.
Happy 25th!