SORRY.

The only word I was able to utter. I sounded lame. I found myself shaking yet at the same time, frozen. I looked at his eager face waiting for another word that would make everything settled for good. And yet, I didn't have anything more to say.

"Look at me." He said and moved my head to his direction. "Sorry for what?"

I wanted to cry so hard but something stopped me. I have no reason to cry. He wouldn't want to see me crying. I couldn't hurt him more by crying in his presence.

He was waiting. Still waiting. And waiting.

I had no choice but to be honest and tell him everything I'm sorry for. And he said the most soothing words I have ever heard in my whole life. The sincerity and apology in his eyes were enough to crush my heart and send butterflies all over my stomach. He is indeed the kind of guy I would ever want and no one else.

SORRY.

He said in almost a whisper in my ears. After many months of "happy times" and cracking up jokes to each other, we found our faces looked all so serious again. I missed this and the "sweetness" after each talk we had and have. I also found myself smiling in each and every word he said.

He's not a boy, he's a guy.

This is one thing I appreciate from the relationship I have with him. We know when and how to admit our mistakes. We are not afraid to say sorry and submit to each other. We are not afraid to set dos and don'ts. And I am thankful to God for giving such a wonderful person in my life.

All is well and will be for so many months again. I'll miss the "seriousness" though. *wink