Last Tuesday, April 28, Richard and I marked our 17th year together. Seventeen years. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on him: this tall, lanky man, in the movie Inday Bote, and then Blusang Itim, and all others after that. I was smitten. Twelve years old and in sixth grade, and I would cut out photos of him from movie magazines with names like Kislap, Moviestar, etc. that Daddy would allow us to buy every Sunday after church. I would slip them on the cover of my notebook protected with plastic. There was no chance for me to see him in person, all my classmates said. Why would any movie star ever land on the shores of Ormoc? “Oh, but I will see him, I will find him,” I’d happily giggle. “One day I will watch a concert and he will be a guest and I can have a photo with him” or “One day Bench will open in Cebu and he will cut the ribbon and I will see for myself if he is really cute.” There were all these possibilities.