Beb bought me an ipod.
He bought it 'cause it reminded him of me. He braved a weekday rush hour traffic in Makati, went past his house in QC to bring the ipod to me in Navotas, then offered to take me home to Malabon. The ipod was pink, crumbly and edible. He brought me an edible ipod on a stick. All the way from Makati. On a weekday. Without so much of an occasion. Just to see me smile.
How did I get this lucky?