freddie & bianca

It was Unity games in Baguio City. She was the muse, standing there holding the banner. I took their local's group photo— my gaze locked on her, but her eyes never found mine.

I attended Sir's Pastoral Visitation in Baguio. She was there in her Choir uniform. Watching from afar, her completely unaware.

My first attempt was casual— asking for her local church schedule. The message was simple and hopeful... God saw it. She didn't.

I messaged her again— offering the best siomai in town. Plot twist? She's selling too. I didn't start a love story... I accidentally started a small business rivalry.

I replied to her sister’s birthday story—got a polite ‘thank you.’ Waited patiently for her mom’s birthday, heart-react check. No conversation, no spark, no love story—just community service. Then boom— she followed me. Finally, I was promoted from ‘concerned citizen’ to ‘potential suitor.’

On a peaceful Sunday, the earth decided to give me a little nudge. With an earthquake literally shaking the ground beneath us, I finally found the courage to ask how she was—and, why not, confess my admiration since 2018. And guess what? We started talking. Maybe the earthquake wasn’t the only thing shaking that day.

I looked at that 2018 photo again, but this time, the picture told a different story. There, in the background behind Bianca, were my mom and dad. It was like a little whisper from fate, reminding me that some things were meant to happen before we even realized it. We both got a good laugh out of how fate had been working behind the scenes.