To my dearest Panget

As I write this entry, I cannot help but shed a tear. I do not know what have I done in my life to deserve you. I only know that GOD loves me a lot because there is you in my life.

This is for you whom I will love for the rest of my life.

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth
For here you are
Standing there
Loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

And while it may sound selfish, please promise me that

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

In return, I promise that I will not make you cry anymore. I promise that I will go to the hospital and see the doctor as often as possible so you will not have a reason to be mad at me. Sorry for being such a baby.

I love you Honey and I am crying again knowing that you are still the same girl I fell in love with when I was seven. I promise that I will be well so that YOU CAN STILL LOVE AND FEED ME when I past sixty four.

Pero Panget, pwede magtanong. Bakit ako pa rin ang nagbayad ng hospital bills ko? Bakit pag na-oospital ka o kahit sino sa pamilya natin, ako pa rin ang nagbabayad ng bills? Di kaya dinadaya mo na ako diyan? Hehehehe, joke lang Hon. Sige, pagsamantalahan mo na nga ako. Ugh, agh, ugh, agh, wag diyan, wag diy.., me kil.. ako diy.... Nay, help!