Oh, bingsu. Halo-halo has never been my cup of tea, and this Korean delicacy didn’t immediately tickle my fancy. Besides, with a price tag of nearly 200.00 PhP, it didn’t align with my dwindling monthly budget. But there you were, insisting on treating me, your kind gesture causing my cheeks to flush with embarrassment. And so, I settled for the most economical option: strawberries with red bean paste.
Bingsu: An Unexpected Treat
At first, I approached the bowl with reserved enthusiasm, unsure of what awaited me. Yet, from the moment the luscious blend of soy milk, strawberries, and finely shaved ice touched my eager taste buds, I was conquered. A wave of pleasure washed over me as if the universe had conspired to create this harmonious symphony of flavours just for me. You noticed my voracious appetite, the way I devoured the bingsu with an eagerness that surprised even myself. In your infinite thoughtfulness, you extended an invitation to share half of your own, a gesture that melted my heart and made the dessert taste even sweeter.
As we revelled in our shared indulgence, the mischievous glances exchanged by the girls behind the counter did not escape my notice. Their eyes sparkled with amusement, witnessing a connection between two souls that transcended the boundaries of ordinary encounters. It was as if they recognized the magic brewing between us, and I couldn’t help but smile at the secret language our hearts were speaking.
Our Friday afternoon meetings had become a cherished ritual, a sanctuary in the chaos of the world. Whether we strolled through the bustling streets or lost ourselves in heartfelt conversations, today held a different energy, undeniable anticipation that danced in your eyes. At that moment, it dawned upon me with a sudden clarity—I would move mountains to be by your side, to witness your happiness firsthand.
Strolling Through Quirino Avenue
And yet, beneath the surface of our shared joy, I sensed a tinge of melancholy in your gaze. It was as if there were words waiting to be spoken, emotions yearning to be set free. Later that afternoon, we walked the stretch of Quirino Avenue, our steps in perfect sync. From Fairview Terraces to the Our Lady of Fatima University, and then back again to Fairview Terraces, you unravelled tales of near misses and divergent paths. Whether those stories were embellished or held fragments of truth, I was captivated by the melodic rhythm of your voice, finding solace in the mere presence of your breath and the comforting beat of your heart against mine.
The Taste of Happiness
On my way home, the gentle breeze from the FX Taxi’s a/c caressed my face, carrying with it the sweet taste of bingsu just hours earlier. I savoured that newfound appreciation for life’s simple pleasures, for the joy found in unexpected connections. And above all, I felt an overwhelming gratitude for having found you. And at that moment, I knew I found my sanctuary.
