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My Honey Alan & Me
Sometime in September, I got this message on ICQ.  I didn't know then that answering that message would change my life in ways I never even imagined. I had no idea that it would make me travel halfway across the globe to be with the one who holds my heart in his hands..

Hundreds of emails have since been exchanged, countless hours on the chat, countless hours on the telephone... pictures, poems, postcards have crossed the oceans.

I stopped asking if he was real the day I received a dozen roses on September 29 when he thanked me for coming into his life. 
No, Alan --- thank YOU for coming into my life.
 
Sometimes the simplest things turn out to be the most uncanny of coincidences...
"Hello Dinna... " and little did I know that it would be the best hello ever I would get from someone from way, way back... "Hello Alan from NY... ako po si Dinna from San Juan..."
It wasn't difficult finding something to talk about.
He claimed to be new to ICQ and that he was trying things out.  We were batchmates in high school, moved in the same circles, and knew the same set of friends. 

He knew what I was talking about when I talked about the siopao of Chocfull 0'Nuts, or the sounds of the 80s that we grew up with... and most uncanny of all was that I felt I was reading myself when I read his posts.
On the third day we were chatting, he nonchallantly suggests he call me so we could talk instead of just chat online.
And the most remarkable thing just happened... we were on the phone for two hours, and I consciously chose to skip lunch because there was just so much we found ourselves talking about.  Eventually, the only thing that made us put the phone down was the fact that I was at work and it was already 1 AM where he was.  For the next two weeks, we spoke for at least an hour EVERY DAY.
I suddenly felt like a teenager all over again... everything about "US" was just so weird in a nice kind of way...
We would make time to talk everyday not only online but on the phone as well.  We exchanged cards and pictures and tokens.  He sent me a copy of Sleepless in Seattle on video with his pictures... I sent him an album of pictures and then a CD of songs which I felt meant something to whatever it was that we were having.
Barely a month after we touched base, he had booked a flight home for the Thanksgiving weekend, and we knew we just had to be together to find out if what we felt was indeed real...
Indeed, my honey came home to me --- and it couldn't have been more real than we feel it now.  Because I know deep in my heart I've found the one I want to share the rest of my life with. 

We're counting the days til we can be "together together" --- within the same timezone, breathing the same air, and waking up to the same weather.  It'll be soon, we know, because this cannot be anything but meant to be.
I love you, Alan....
babesmo
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