i woke up to the weirdness that is my mother today.

as i was getting ready for work, she came into my room and told me she was concerned over the fact that stan left me for valentines day. the conversation transformed into a paranoia session of her insisting that he was cheating on me or going behind my back solely on the basis of the date of his departure and her weird looming feeling of dread and doom. when i started to defend him, she went on about how i was in denial. i realized that there was no winning this argument or convincing her otherwise so i left.

so why am i even bothering to blog about it? i just felt the need to write down and declare the things i couldn't earlier.

i admit that our relationship isn't perfect and i did feel bad that he had to leave. but to jump to baseless conclusions is a complete waste of time. i know stan well enough to know that he has enough moral fiber NOT to cheat on me or any other person he's with for that matter. he may not be the most romantic or showy person when it comes to affection but i know in his heart of hearts that he loves me and knows that love doesn't always mean that fluttering feeling in your stomach. it comes in practical things too like making time for me at the end of the day every day despite his hectic work schedule, asking my advice about what to do for the store or what i think would be the best thing for him to do in a situation, having to leave for manila for work but NEVER staying for the weekend or even seeing his friends there because it's solely a work trip. and it also comes in sweet nothings like randomly squeezing my nose, making me laugh, snuggling up to me when i know he's had a bad day.

and believe me, if i could have him every day except on valentine's day for the rest of my life, he'd still be worth it. :)