Perfect Sundays

Sundays are my days with K. Since January, and since he moved back to Laguna, I looked forward to seeing him every Sundays. From Monday until Saturday, I would really anticipate and count the hours until that day arrives.

We actually don't have an extraordinary way of spending the day. We would meet up with his family, have lunch together, spend some 'alone time' having coffee afterwards, and then have dinner at his cousin's house. That was pretty much it. So simple...yet so perfect.

We would usually have sunny afternoons. Awhile ago was different. The sun was not out and it was raining the whole afternoon. For the first time, I didn't mind the rain. It actually felt good being with K while the rain welcomed its way down here. For the first time, I didn't feel lonely...I felt secure...I felt complete.