I just heard this song over the radio and it brought me back to a special night under the stars on beautiful February evening. I was resting my head on my then-boyfriend-now-husband Ryan's lap after riding the effing octopus inside the University Fair. We were seated on one of the benches near the Main Library. It was our first UP Fair together as a couple (I can't believe how corny that actually sounds) but it was THAT special then. And there I was, stupidly dizzy and yet somewhat giddy that I was spending some alone time with him. The song Mariposa was sung by Sugarfree on stage (and at the time, I was oblivious to why the song was entitled such!). And my new boyfriend suddenly winces and glances back to the mass of people near the stage. He sheepishly admitted that he actually wanted to see the band up close but I was too dizzy to go back. We just held hands and listened from afar.
Looking back at the moment, I am reminded of the many times that happened to us--that we wanted different things but still managed to compromise, that no matter how much shit happens, we manage to muddle through somehow.
