Chapter 3: Happiness Across Screens
It was, without a doubt, the happiest I had ever been.
Distance didn’t matter.
Every call felt like an adventure. Every message felt like a hug. Every “good morning” and “goodnight” carried a quiet promise: no matter what happened, we were there for each other.
One night, I decided to teach her how to cook kwek-kwek over a video call.
“Okay, first you have to dip it like this…” I said, demonstrating each step carefully.
She followed along, her small hands moving cautiously over her plate. I watched every single motion, every careful dip, every tiny mistake, and every little triumph.
And I couldn’t stop smiling. Proud. Amazed. Completely smitten.
“Did I do it right? ” she asked, glancing up at the camera with a hesitant smile.
“You’re doing great,” I told her softly. “Just like that…”
And she did. Every plate she prepared, I watched as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.
It wasn’t just about cooking.
It was about her.
Watching her try. Watching her laugh when she made mistakes. Watching her beam with excitement when she finally got it right.
We laughed so much that night at spilled batter, at messy hands, and at my corny jokes.
Even our tiny arguments, "No, not like that!" "Yes, like this!" always ended in giggles.
Everything felt simple.
Everything felt perfect.
Every call reminded me why I chose her.
Every laugh reminded me how lucky I was.
Even miles apart, just seeing her through a screen guiding her, teasing her, and sharing that small moment together felt like magic.
Back then, I truly believed nothing could ever touch us. That maybe, just maybe, love was enough.
And it didn’t stop there.
Whenever she made more plates, I stayed on the call, watching her quietly. Smiling at every little thing she did every dip, every turn, every small mistake.
Even when she washed the dishes afterward, I didn’t hang up. I stayed.
Because somehow, even the ordinary felt extraordinary with her.
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The way she focused.54Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKtBX1bXnS8
The way she shook her head at herself when something went wrong.
Sometimes she caught me staring.
“You’re so weird, boo,” she teased, laughing.
But I didn’t care.
I was happy.
I was in awe.
There was this quiet joy inside me that I couldn’t fully explain just pride, just love, just being completely and undeniably captivated by her.
Those days taught me something important.
Happiness didn’t have to be grand.
It didn’t need extravagant gestures or perfect timing.
Happiness was simple.
It was watching her smile.54Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGYwof82JaI
Listening to her laugh.54Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvC6Vf2PBIt
Feeling connected to her in a way that distance couldn’t weaken.
And for the first time in my life, I truly believed that maybe, just maybe, love could be this pure.
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and then Add to home screen.