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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXMu4tqe2D8/TylWY9Os7MI/AAAAAAAABFs/heIrYNSPOz4/s1600/rk1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704185389794520258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXMu4tqe2D8/TylWY9Os7MI/AAAAAAAABFs/heIrYNSPOz4/s640/rk1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a><br /> This is one of my favorite pictures of us. Not that we have a lot to choose from. You were never the vain guy, and I was never the diligent camera-bringer. We just don't feel like doing it, even (and most especially) when it's just the two of us. But the few ones that we do have, often taken by our friends, are always of moments that say a lot, no matter how simple the occasion is. <br /> <div> <br /> </div> <div> This was taken last December at Trixie's house, when my high school barkada decided to come together with our "plus ones" for the first time. I know you're not the loud, talkative kind, unlike my friends and I who are rowdy and boisterous by default. But you were game for it. By the pool, over chips and a few bottles of beer, you laughed at our inside jokes and you played along with our silly games. The whole get-together was nothing really fancy, but that night turned out special - partly because I was with my friends again after a long time, but mostly because you were there to hold my hand.<br /> <div> <br /> </div> <div> I am sure there will be more moments, and someday I hope we will also have more photos. But today let me hold onto this one, because that night you gamely "Never Have I Ever"-ed, you drank the rest of my shots when I had enough, and you let me rest my head on your lap even though my hair was all wet. That speaks louder to me than any other vain picture we could ever take. I think I'm good with that.</div> <div> <br /> </div> <div> Happy second :)</div> </div>