Sa hinaba-haba ng prusisyon...

As told by the groom... Contrary to popular belief, our love story did not happen overnight. We were in fourth grade. We weren't classmates but I saw her around, watched her from afar. I instantly started crushing on her because she has bright porcelain skin & face like an angel, "Ang puti! At parang Ang bait!" Hahaha We became classmates in 6th grade and I finally had a chance to get close to her. We were always partners in school dances. She now knows that it did not happen by accident. This was also around the time I mustered the strength to write her a love letter. But she threw it in the trashcan! :( #heartbreaker. So I waited again...When we were in high school (I was at St. John's and she went to NBI, the 2 local high schools in our town), "Pasimple ko syang inaabangan sa plaza"--(in English...i was mildly stalking her) at the end of school day. I dont get on the jeepney until she's there and I try to sit by the driver so she won't notice me. I did this everyday. It kept me going. Until one day, she was gone...I found out she flew to the U.S. #heartbreaker2.0. I didn't hear about her for so many years after. Unknowingly, halfway around the world we were both struggling with what life threw at us. The challenges we faced as teens and young adults were battles that can't wish on anyone. But they prepared us for our next encounter. Twenty years later we would see each other again...This time, older and wiser, and braver not to take no for an answer. This time, we're not afraid to fail anymore...we've had our share of life experiences. We're not gonna stand in the way of love that's meant to be, that conquers all, and believe in chances and destiny. Nothing will. As I stand at the altar and she walks down the isle, our lives will hit rewind and fast forward at the same time. We'd see both the past and the future. It's perfect.