"Dear You,
I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.
There  is a part of every little girl’s heart that envisions her prince  charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her from the  wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or give her  that true love’s kiss.
In elementary school, he becomes the boy  with the least cooties, the one who’s willing to cross the playground to  share his Oreos even if it makes him a target for the week of all the  other boys.
Come high school, it’s that boy you stand with at  prom, who your father stared down at the door, who provided you with an  experience complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a  corsage that yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night  that seemed almost too magical to be real.
Nineteen years into  this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am  still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. And  although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet  and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know that it is  probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I  could’ve read as a kid.
A couple of heartbreaks and a few years  wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your  existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs  like “All My Life” or “A Whole New World” in my head when I see him does  not mean I don’t hope that it’ll ever happen.
I may already know  you or may still meet you someday—something I leave completely up to  God because I’m pretty sure our story will be epic.
However, I  can’t promise you that I’d make the world’s most perfect princess. In  fact I’ll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my  eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I’ll probably steal a bunch of  your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly  mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar  constantly.
I can promise to be your best friend however—that  person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you  get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.
I’ll  probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but  that’ll only be because I absolutely adore you. I’ll bury my head in  your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when  you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn’t exist. I’ll cook  your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends  with your mom.
I’ll respect your nights-out with the boys and  make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I’ll watch basketball  or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at  the TV set.
I’ll know the difference between giving you space and  being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing  video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.
I’ll listen to your music and we’ll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking  awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things  to tell each other along the way.
I won’t be waiting for you to  sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I  won’t need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.
You  will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace  fingers with when I’m lonely, and to take long walks under the stars  with on the beach.
You’ll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into Disney song or pick out pink wallpaper.
You’ll  be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as  we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing  about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our  preschooler’s annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday  when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake  up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.
So  to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of  the world someday, this man I can’t wait to love. Please know that I  can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait.  Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you’re out there  somewhere, waiting for me, too.
With the hope I will be yours for always,
Me"
from Philippine Inquirer 08.08.10