Midly Kilig and A Giver of Meaning

Ok Ok. Let's get this smile off my face na kasi eh.

Why do I have this smile, you may ask?

It's nothing great nor especially big but here's the story, anyway.

My former office mates in my previous agency, Phibious, planned a dinner last night for some catching ups - but mainly for some farewell thingy for me.

We have this chat room in Facebook so that we can all plan for this dinner and everyone can agree to a time and place, etc.  Part of the group was Engrid, my first and true love of my life.

(Yehesss... full declaration of love).

Anyhoo, in all of those days of chatting on that thread, he was silent.  No word from him at all.

It's ok. I half expected already that he won't be interested. All good.

So, come last night.

I was first in the restaurant - a seemingly old house that they've transformed into a Korean BBQ place.  After 15 minutes or so, they arrived.  Oh, I was happy to see my accounts team before.

And there's the bigger surprise.  In comes Engrid.

I was so thrilled and without control, I embarrassingly just ran towards him and hug him ever so tightly - so tight that it seemed like I was home, there in his arms - warm and fuzzy.  I didn't want to go away from those arms.

So that part is the kilig part.

But the giver of meaning?  It's just this.

My AE's told me that Engrid (or Eng, as I would fondly call him) strictly instructed them not to tell me that he's coming BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SURPRISE ME.

Yes, yes, its really nothing.  But for a minute there, I really gave it much meaning.  Why would he want to surprise me?  Because he knows that it would make me super happy if he's there?  And why  would he want me happy?  You know, those kinds of thoughts that are real pushers of the mantra "Giver of Meaning."

I can see already you all there few readers of this blog saying "Pfft..."  Haha.

C'mon guys.  Just give this to me.

I'm still smiling.