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Lesson 50: Traveling will be as often as breathing

     So this time Robin is once again flying off for the weekend. His flight leaves later at 7 but he promised to grab late lunch with me first. He'll be picking me up at my office and then bringing me home after. We both know it sucks. There's never really enough time for us to spend together. It's either he's rushing or he can't stay long. I've been the understanding girlfriend, letting him do his thing and making excuses. He's working for our future and being the responsible soon-head of the household.

     I've been trained to be patient. I've waited for him for 21 years, I'm sure a few day wouldn't make a dent. I'll still be here to welcome him when he returns. I can't push him away because he doesn't really have a say in these things. He has to follow whatever his boss dictates. He told me he might go to Venezuela next. Sometimes I wish I could just go with him but as much as we both want, he can't. There's always media hanging around him like a shadow, stalking his every move. It's amazing how he escapes them just to spend time with me.

     After a year of being with Robin, I learned that I need to remind myself why I fell in love with him. Any clingy selfish girlfriend would give him a hard time for not texting or calling as often as "normal" should be. It's easy to be that kind of girl because we feel like these needs should be met. That's why we enter a relationship. It's a commitment. Both of you should be committed in making this relationship work where you both are happy. Reminding myself of the things he's willing to do to me and the things he did for me is enough to cover up the loneliness when he leaves.

DELAYED GRATIFICATION. That's what we always say. Whenever he leaves I look forward to the day he comes back, because I know when he does we'll be sweeter and more in love than ever.

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Lesson 49: Handling us

     Yesterday, Robin picked me up from the office so we could grab dinner together. I already spent the night with him but it was tradition for us to have date nights every Wednesday and Friday. With his busy schedule, I have to squeeze in my own meeting in his calendar. All I ask for is to have 2 nights of his week. It's not much but it's reasonable. I'm his girlfriend and I have my own needs. I can't just wait until his face pops on my television screen.

     We saw this Japanese restaurant a few blocks from my building. It was a quaint place with almost no customers. The only problem is it gave the servers an excuse to stare at him. 

     We were seated, paid with utmost attention. The manager was overly-friendly which was quite entertaining. I've never been given any special treatment by anyone. When Robin left for the restroom the manager came up to me wanting to confirm if he really was who she thought he was. I laughed softly and played coy. I didn't know if Robin wanted some privacy. So when he came back I told him the staff was asking about his identity. He gave a shrug and confirmed who he really was. The manager was so excited that she rolled the cart of their house specialty to our table. It was fish. I couldn't help but to laugh out loud. Robin didn't eat fish.

      As we ate our dinner, everybody was gathered ready to serve our every whim. We aren't the lovey dovey type when we're out in public. We could have been mistaken as just good friends. Only we can't be "just friends". When people look at us, they know there's something more brewing. It's the way we are when we're together. We gravitate around each other. Sometimes I answer/order for him and he does the same for me. Even if we don't hold hands, just the way he looks at me, people would know there's a deeper meaning.

     Some people stay in a relationship because of the perks they get even if it means sacrificing their own feelings. They're not really in to the relationship but cannot let go of the perks that come with it. Robin told me girls would kill to be his girlfriend because of fame. I was the only one who asked not to be publicized. I didn't like him for his fame. I didn't even know he was famous in the first place, until my friends told me he was. He plans to keep us low key until I'm ready.

    A year has come and gun yet the spark is still there. The staff thanked us as we left. When we got to his car he held my hand and kissed my forehead. Even though I don't get to spend a lot of time with him, I love every moment we spend together. This is my life now until the rest of forever.

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Lesson 48: The first year doesn't prove anything

     We have finally celebrated our first anniversary as a couple only we had to celebrate a week later. The day before our anniversary, we were fighting. We didn't speak to each other. There was a storm brewing outside our houses but it cannot be compared to the tempest between us. He didn't want to talk to me even after I tried to reach out to him. I thought we were over. I had already given up. He wouldn't answer my calls. He didn't want to fix it. He just disappeared and I was left to wonder whether or not it was truly over between us.

     It was all because I was in a very bad mood and I took it out on him. I was sick of my parents, of everybody. Robin didn't answer my messages and made it turn from bad to worse. When Robin finally replied, I was too pissed to be bothered. I told him to go away, and the smartass did. Only when I had finally found my composure, he no longer wanted anything to do with me. He was tired of my mood swings so he just left me alone.

     He was silent for two day. Based on my experience with other men, if he has't reach out by then that means it is over. He's gone and he doesn't want to go through the drama of having to deal with the crying women. So when he still hasn't called me the morning of the third day, I had lost hope. I had accepted the fact that he was gone in my life. The fairy tale dream was over. It was time to snap back to reality.

     Then before lunch I received a message.

Happy Anniversary. Do you still love me?

     That confused me. I thought we were over and then he comes back asking me this stupid question. I tried to call him but he cancelled my call texting me that he would call me back. When he did, we finally started talking. He said the break up was all in my head. He never intended to leave me, he just gave me space. I was mad and he didn't want to be part of it. He was annoyed but that doesn't mean he loved me less. He just gave me time to pull myself together until we were both calm enough to face each other.

    I told him I would never stop loving him. Even after he left I told him I would never blame him if he left. I have to many issues to back up the justification why we shouldn't be together.

     The next weekend we spent the afternoon together. We visited the park and just enjoyed the fact that we were out in the open while the sun was still out. He told me he loved me more each and everyday we were together and hugged me tightly.

     While walking through the park, people recognized him and even asked to take a picture with him. During that time I was busy inside a shoe store browsing for heels to wear for my parents' wedding anniversary. When I got out of the store, the women were just about to say goodbye. I walked up to him and he held my hand. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly. He lingered for a while before putting it down. It was a very sweet gesture because he was afraid I would be jealous. He wanted to show that nobody could ever take my place. He was determined to stay forever.

    The first year doesn't prove anything. We stopped counting how long we've been together because we know this time we're going to last forever. Just keep holding on and believing.

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Lesson 47: Tabloids aren't somewhere you want to be published in

     After two weeks of being consecutively sick, we were finally able to go out yesterday for dinner. He got out of the hospital Tuesday night while I was on my way home. He had to wait for the doctor who was doing his rounds. It seemed like it was going to take forever because when the doctor arrived, he was yapping away about the current events of the country as if Robin would be interested in his opinions. He sounded really sick on the phone when I called to check. 

     It was nice to be able to get out and spend some time with my boyfriend. Work has been dull without the joy of looking forward to him picking me up after. We worked out an agreement that we would spend time together at least twice a week. I am a needy girlfriend but I have to understand that my boyfriend isn't just anybody. I have to squeeze in between press cons and tv guestings. When it's date night, I demanded to be the center of his attention. No phones, no work, only Robin and Ellie time. I only have two nights a week to be his girlfriend. I have to make the most out of it.

     I asked him what would happen if I became his personal secretary, as in apply for a job position directly under him. It seemed like a great idea. I would get to spend the whole day with him and even get paid for what I usually do for free when we were still living together. Only the douche answered without hesitation "I'd get you pregnant." I rolled my eyes at his desires, yeah it wouldn't work out. He then went on a rant of scenarios if I did get to work with him.

1. You would be mad at me if I wasn't free for lunch. I don't have lunch breaks. I work the whole time. You would start berating me 'no work on the table!' if I check my phone 

2. "No sex on the table." No woman. We're gonna do it whenever I want to do it.

3. You would confiscate all the coke in my ref and replace it with water. No woman. I will put a lock on that ref if I have to.

4. Every girl who comes to interview me, you would hold back. You would pick only men to come inside my office and shoo away the pretty ladies.

5. When office hours are done, you would want me to go home with you. Honey, I don't have regular office hours. I work until I'm done.

6. We would never get anything done. Believe me. 

    So any dreams of working for him were shattered and closed for good.  

    After dinner we had dessert in a little coffee shop. I asked about the crazy woman who was harassing me recently. He said the police called her and told her to stop calling me. I reveled in the woman's shame. She must have thought I wasn't serious when I said I would have the police after her if she did't stop contacting me.

     I asked him what would happen once the news broke out that I was dating him. It's not like we were doing anything to keep it a secret. We go out in public when we have dinner together. Then he said he already spoke to about two tabloids to stop publishing the story about us. I was dumbfounded with the news. I couldn't touch the crepe and coffee that I ordered. I wanted the full details.

     He said the reporters already got hold of my name after some research. He doesn't know how they did it but they knew who I was and probably did a background check already. He me that he spoke to them and pleaded not to run the story in exchange for other stories he would give them. He said it wasn't really like blackmail. It was more of an exchange, tit-for-tat. He said he would do anything to keep me out of the tabloids but he wouldn't deny my existence. 

     I was silent for a moment. This was the real deal. My identity would soon be headlines and I wasn't prepared for it. I looked at him and he seemed very calm about the situation. He assured me that he had it all under control. But I wasn't really calming down. I wasn't ready. The first thing that popped out my mouth was.. "Do they have a picture of me? How do I look?"

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Lesson 46: Crazy people are crazy

     One of the things I am most grateful about my boyfriend is he is really attuned to my needs. He knows what's good for me and he makes sure I get the best of everything. He's also very protective. Ever since we started dating, my safety has been his priority. He keeps me away from nosy reporters and so that people who might want to hurt him will not get to me. He doesn't want me to be harassed by anybody just because I'm the girl he's currently seeing.

     Yesterday, we celebrated our 10th month anniversary. We've reached the point where all our fights are now petty and are easily resolved with a few kisses. I guess we've learned enough about each other to know how the other feels about things. I've put my act together and just stopped talking to him about my guy friends and he hides his phone when we're together. He brought me home to my parents' house so I didn't have to commute. I've been feeling under the weather lately and was forced to seek refuge at their place because they said they wanted to feed me. They think I don't eat right. I can't tell them my boyfriend feeds me extra.

      When I was getting ready for bed, this crazy woman starts calling me. I don't know how she got my number but she starts harassing me about stealing her fiance. Instantly, I thought of Robin and I talked to him immediately. He said he has no knowledge of the woman's number. I told him that she said she already has a child with him. He told me to ignore it because the woman was crazy. I tried to but she kept sending me long texts about how she was going to come to my office and make a scene. Finally, I fell asleep and then at 3am she starts calling me again. This time I asked Robin to help me out because I couldn't stand it anymore. She was threatening my life and everything. I needed to sleep. I was sick. I had a headache and this wasn't helping at all. 

     I've never been in this kind of situation before. It's scary and it's also agitating. The woman is unreasonable and would not listen to any explanation. She calls and calls and threatens. I don't know how celebrities handle their stalkers anymore. This was beyond any of my imagination. She knows where I work and everything. I don't know how she got hold of my information. But I was more mad that scared. I didn't like being woken up at 3am. I didn't like crazy people sending me text messages who don't write in full. I didn't like her wrong grammar and spelling. It was horrible. I almost puked.

     At first, Robin didn't answer my requests. I've been telling him to do something about it but he won't return my messages. The next morning I received a text from Robin saying he already has the police on the case. He gave the lady's number to them and he said they would take care of everything. I called him when I got to the office and he spoke to me so calmly like he has everything under control. He told me he's going to help me change my number so nobody harasses me again. With that, I was relieved.

     I'm not gonna see Robin today because it's his workaholic day but I'm glad the worst is over. Robin is taking care of everything, of me. I'm pretty lucky he's not as crazy as that woman or else there would be a blood bath. Now my next challenge is, avoiding any more crazy people.

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Lesson 45: Commuting isn't his best talent

     I've heard of celebrities taking the train to go to their gigs has become a new thing right now. Be one with the normal people they say. Stop being so stuck up they say. Well, Robin wasn't one to follow the trend. He liked his comfortable car and personal driver. He'd rather stay stuck in traffic for hours rather than push his way inside a train. He enjoys the comforts of life because he said he was done with being a "peasant". He experienced it already and now he has moved on from it.

     Last Friday he really wanted to see me because it was Tuesday since he last spent time with me. He was stressed with work which he could not escape. On Saturday he had an early shoot so he was torn with spending the night with me and actually showing up to work on time. It would be impossible for him to get up from bed when I'm right there sprawled in my underwear fast asleep. Even as he fetched me from work he was still undecided whether to just have dinner with me or take me home. I made it easier for him by suggesting we get a hotel near his location so he didn't have to worry about his call time. He agreed but he said he couldn't bring his car to a hotel. If media men see it, they will feast on it.

     So he told his driver to drop us to the nearest mall and from there we would get a cab. I was fine with that. I was used to hailing a cab to get me to places. He obviously wasn't. He carried my backpack as he hailed for a cab but there was apparently a deficiency in empty cabs around that place. He couldn't believe his luck! It was a mall for goodness sake yet there was no empty available cab to drive us. Everyone else's already has a passenger so we just stood there helplessly. Then I noticed a lot of people starting to recognize him, staring at him from behind their car windows, ogling at his striped shirt and jeans outfit. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and kept my head down so as not to look like we were together. I kept my distance only it wasn't at all helpful. So I pointed out to Robin that people were staring. He shook his head and searched for another spot to hail a cab.

"Why is it that when I'm with you, people instantly assume we're a together? When I'm with my staff or other girls, other people don't seem to care. I don't get linked to any of them."

"But we're not even holding hands or being all sweet or anything.."

"Exactly! That's why I'm puzzled why whenever I'm with you they immediately think I'm dating you. We could be related for goodness sake!"

     I shrugged my shoulders because I really try to avoid being sweet when we're out in public. He dislikes PDA and I'm fine with it. He has an image to uphold and everything. Secretly, I enjoy that people think we're together. Lay off ladies, he's mine.

     At around 8pm we still couldn't get a cab. He gave up and decided to grab dinner first. There was a Japanese restaurant nearby and he was hungry already. When we sat down, he was still in a bad mood. I tried to calm him down and stop myself from laughing. I offered to hail the cab for him but he wouldn't have it. He was being a gentleman after all and I rolled my eyes. When our food arrived, he didn't like the taste of his pork and lost his appetite all together. His mood was ruined.

     After dinner he tried to hail a cab again for the last time. He already sent his driver home and was now sorry he did. "Oh Peter... You know I didn't mean it when I sent you away." I rolled my eyes as he pined for his driver and his car. I swear, I could have smacked him on the head that moment for whining too much, This man has no idea how public transportation works. Waiting is part of the game but he was never a patient man. It hasn't even been an hour yet but still he whines like we've been standing for ages. I had to keep my mouth shut because he lets me wait on my heels for an hour in front of my office building whenever he tells me he's "near" already. I never tell him how hard it is to stand still in stilettos but here he is in sneakers and still louder than a hungry baby.

     Finally I decided to hail a cab myself and instantly someone heeds my call. I smiled at him smugly and he ignores it totally. We get to our hotel and the rest is history.

     As we got inside this big ass Jacuzzi tub in the VIP room, he said out loud "The things I do for love." I laughed loudly, entertained by his moment of pain. I was sure we were never going to commute again but I was proud of him for trying.  

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Lesson 44: Hiding is a part of life

     Yesterday I decided to go overtime at work with so much projects on my table I needed to get moving on. I'm not one to procrastinate if I know there's time I can use. Last night I was already nursing a serious headache which I have been trying to ignore since morning. Robin says it might be because of our series of late nights but I told him I got enough sleep over the weekend. He was doing some on location work so I didn't bother to ask if he planned on seeing me. Usually Tuesday was our date-night because Monday was workaholic day. I was a bit taken aback when he called to ask me where I was. It was around 5:44pm and I told him I was about to leave the office. He told me not to because he was coming to fetch me. Instantly I beamed and told him I'd wait for him. That waiting took about an hour. The office already turned off its AC and I was stuck in my cubicle playing with my tablet already growing less patient every minute. Finally he called that he was near already so I went down our elevator and waited for his car out front.

    I was tired, my sides were aching for some strange reason beyond me, I was hungry, and he was just too grope-y. He asked what was wrong with me because somehow I was different. I told him nothing changed and that I was fine. He suddenly lost his spirit and asked "Tell me, who touched you in the office?" I was surprised with his accusation. He suddenly started telling me that he's not so sure anymore that I love him and that I want forever with him as much as he does. That set off my alarm and I turned into a full attentive girlfriend mode. I don't know where he gets his suspicions. There are moments I'm not really in to making our because I just wanted to cuddle and here he comes thinking I'm no longer interested. He assumes I'm distracted by some other guy romancing me rather than just my headache.He wasn't responding to my way of lightening up so I just cuddled silently, repeating constantly that I loved him forever. Sometimes I feel like I'm the guy who's doing all the romancing but whatever, the things you do for love.

"Have you watched Miley's performance at the 2013 VMA's?"

"Yes, of course."

"Wasn't it so disturbing?"

"Sweetie, I love you forever.. but you're actually close to dressing up like her in you shorts and hanging blouse."

I was taken aback by his comment that I turned my back on him. He hugged me from behind and kissed my neck hoping to get me to turn around. I was starting to get pissed with him.

     Traffic was horrible and he couldn't decide on a place to eat. Finally he chose on an all-day breakfast place along the main road. Just as we entered the restaurant he greeted this guy with a fist bump. I was used to his affiliations so I blended to the background and went behind him. I knew he wouldn't be introducing me which is very typical of him and I sat down on a table for two. They had their greetings and then James told me he had to step aside to make a phone call. It was very normal for him to leave me for work and though sometimes is irritated me, I let him go. The waitress handed me a menu. While I was browsing, my phone started ringing and it surprised me to see Robin calling me.

"Sweets, I want you to get out and go to the restaurant at the corner."

"What?"

"Just go out and go okay?"

     I stepped out of the restaurant feeling a little confused. The guy he was talking to earlier was smoking outside the restaurant. I didn't see or even wanted to glimpse at his face. Sometimes people greet him in public and he says hi but he doesn't really know them personally. So, I've taken into just putting my head down during these situations because more likely we wouldn't be seeing each other again.

     I saw Robin outside and I walked directly towards him. 

"What's wrong?"

"Just go there. Now."

    He pointed to the corner restaurant and I followed him still confused about what was happening. It took a long time before he finally caught up with me.

"What's wrong?"

"That man over there is a reporter."

"And?"

"He's a gossip reporter. Did he get a look at your face?"

"I don't know. I didn't even look at him."

"I think he did. He saw us together didn't he?"

"Well YEAH. We went in together but we weren't holding hands or anything sweet like that."

"That's right."

     At that instant it all flooded in towards me. My clothes, my make up. His status and image.

"Do I look like a hooker?"

"Huh?"

"Seriously. Do I look like a hooker? Is this why you didn't want to be seen with me?"

"Wait."

     He answered his phone and it was his driver calling to say a traffic enforcer seized his license. We had to walk about 6 blocks to get to where he was. Robin tried to hold my hand but I pulled it away.

"What is this? Why are you pulling away?"

"You don't want people seeing us remember? The press is all over this place."

    I walked faster and he followed behind to create a distance between us so people won't think we were together. When we got to his driver, I let him do all the talking as I slid behind a pole so I won't catch any attention. The enforcers were looking at me but was still talking to Robin. I tried for the door but it was locked so I continued hiding silently behind the pole that separated me from Robin's world.

    After a few apologies, the enforcers went away and I slid inside the car. Robin went in after.

"This is turning out to be one hell night."

     I looked at Robin and was saddened to hear him say that. It was a hell night because he decided to come fetch me when traffic was bad. It was a hell night because he was with me when a reporter showed up. It was a hell night because his driver got caught for trying to pick him up to stow me away from sight.

"Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?

    I just had to ask. Once again I felt unworthy to be the woman beside him. My simplicity, my childishness, it would ruin his career. It would be a scandal. I would be the most hated girl in his world. Why did I ever consider this would really work out?

"I'm not baby."

And then again he confuses me.

"Didn't we agree that I would keep you safe from the limelight? From the bad media? We don't wan't your photos or your name splattered everywhere and people throwing their first judgment on you at one look without even knowing who you really are. I promised to keep you safe. Not yet. Not until you're ready."

    He kissed me on the lips chastely as he wrapped his arm around me. At that moment I felt the warmth of his protection surround me. He was always going to protect me no matter what. 

    For now, dodging the reporters may not really be my ideal date but as long as I have Robin I can take on anything.

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Lesson 43: Enough Drama

     While having late brunch with Robin last Sunday, he started pestering me about my blog which thank-you-Lord he cannot find. He has been trying and failing to find my blog ever since I told him that I started one. He thinks I do multiply because of my age. Before I did use multiply but not anymore. I turned to tumblr just because it was an efficient venue for blogging. I may not be all about photography but in tumblr my identity can remain anonymous behind made-up blog titles. A lot of people may no longer be fans of reading but I'm mainly doing this blog for myself. It's what you call INTRAPERSONAL COMMUNICATION.

    So last Sunday Robin tried to guess the address.

"Is it Ellie's-emo-crap.com? Or maybe Ellie-being-an-emo-kid.com?"

      I rolled my eyes at his made up titles. I am not emo... just maybe a little. Whatever. Robin has been being such an ass telling me that I'm too dramatic and that I blow things out of proportion. I can't really blame it on being a woman because before I didn't really care as much. My previous relationships had a deadline and I was waiting for it to end. It was my way of protecting myself. I actually prepared for my relationships to end badly. Robin didn't believe me when I told him about it. Each relationship lasts a month. Actually, it's not really a relationship since we were just hanging out. If it doesn't work out, one just disappears without a trace. No goodbyes, nothing. And I was the one they always left behind because I was too much of a good girl for them. When I started dating Robin, I waited for that 30th day for it all to crash down. Being with him was too much of a good thing. He was too perfect. It was impossible for the relationship to last forever. I wasn't made for long term. Guys get bored with me. But he proved me wrong. He stuck to the 30th until the 270th day and so on.

     His only problem with me is I still have than nagging feeling that one day he'll just realize that he doesn't want me anymore. He's just gonna walk out of my life like all the other boys before him. He'll see me as just a past time. He told me that I keep making up reasons for him to leave me but in fact, there are more reasons for him to stay. That fear sometimes causes us stress in our relationship. I tell him to just leave so it will all be over with but he always chooses to stand his ground and stay. I feel guilty for making it too hard for him all the time but in reality I'm just really scared that one day he might.

     Call me an emo kid but once you've gotten used to always being the one left behind, you start thinking you don't deserve to be loved.