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“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” –John 3:16.
Easter is not just about bunnies and chocolate eggs. It's far more better than that. It is the oldest and probably, the most important Christian... read more
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The girl who has captured my heart is wise in her years but there are things she doesn’t know. The love of my life cannot carry a tune, has two left feet, cannot tell a joke because she laughs at it first and interchanges names of basketball stars and insists that her made-up names are the actual stars. Most of all, she doesn’t know how important she is in my life and how she has changed my life for the better. She may have an inkling but she doesn’t know just how much.
So this hearts’ day, I am telling our side of the story, something that close friends Peter (pidz111) and Gerald (beor) may have heard a lot of times more than her. I am telling it in segments so that she might know and remember. Bear with me because it’s a bit long.
It wasn’t love at first sight.
I've known her since elementary days, she was the older sister of my classmate. In highschool, we became clubmates in our school paper. She was just the target of my teasings. I so loved to tease her because she acts mad but doesn't get angry. I called her the white lizard because she was so fair and so thin (at that time). I never intended to fall in love with her until our clubmates (I was the school photographer who cannot afford film, she was the feature editor in our school paper) teased us. She said she didn’t like me, which pushed me to let her like me. I courted her, just for the heck of it—it was highschool! But when she started talking to me and thanked me for the small things I do to her (roses, stuffed toy, a Turbo Pascal Program in a diskette with I love you Arlyn in it, our sweet endearments), my young heart felt love for the very first time. It was that feeling that you wanted to see her everyday, you want to spend time with her, just a glimpse of her makes your day.
We never kissed.
Looking back, we never kissed when we first got together. Unlike most young couples now who have pregnancy issues, our main concern was how we would evade his strict brother and not let her parents know. There was never a kiss but moments with her were bliss—eating ice candy and lumpia together, talks during recess and break periods, telebabads (with half rings as signals for me to call her), singing Twinkle2x Little Star to her every night (because I look at the stars every time we talk on the phone), the time when she said yes when I was so disheveled during my army training which I dedicated to her. We never kissed but when she said yes, the world stopped for me, and I experienced one of the best feelings in the world and I say it with cliche—to feel love for the first time and to be loved back. She gave me that feeling and I vowed at that time that she will always hold my heart.
She broke my heart— in bits and pieces. And yet, the broken pieces still looked for her.
She was a girl who made my world crazily in shambles. Right when she made me the happiest man alive, she crushed my heart when she said we could no longer be together due to her strict parents and brother. She didn’t know how much I cried and how much I had sleepless nights. She didn’t know that I still looked for her in our places and tried to call her but was afraid she would put down the phone. She didn’t know the 15-year-old me wanted to talk to her parents and plead for her to come back. I was heartbroken. My broken heart still looked for the one who held it. I saw her in her prom, I was arranging the chairs as part of our training and I was sweaty but I was magnetized to her lacy dress that I normally didn’t like in girls but she was so mesmerizingly beautiful that I walked towards her and asked her to dance with me. She smiled and said yes. I later knew I was the only one she agreed to dance with. And just when I vowed never to love her again, my heart beated whole again with that one dance.
attended our very first EB as a couple, La Tegola, Ayala, 2004
She fixed my broken heart and made me follow my dad’s advice.
We went our separate ways when she graduated in highschool. We went on with our lives. I had relationships in between, she had also. I saw her in ferry boats, reading intensely, not knowing that someone’s staring at her, we chatted on a taxi ride when we were late for college classes. Basically, my life moved on without her in its center. I had a business, I had other friends. I became a moderator of iSTORYA.NET and was coined as the Loverboy back when it started. I was unruly with most of my ways that when I had a breakup with my last girlfriend, my dad approached me and said, “Dong, kung magkauyab kag balik, kana nang deserving ug worthy nga mahimo nimong asawa”. I just nodded not knowing that in the next few days, that girl would come back in my life-- as thisbe.ara in iSTORYA.NET, who filled my everyday posts and chatboxes and made lots of new friends when she came.
So rewind back to 2004, she messaged me in Friendster and looked for my cousin. I asked for her number and that was the start of our conversations again. That was her version. Since I am telling my version, I say, she really looked for me and missed me. She might have seen my profile pic and fell in love with me once again and urged herself to write a note with the pretense that she was looking for my cousin. hahaha.. There! Ayaw palag! I had no intention to fall in love again, especially with her—the one who broke my heart.
She tried to sell something to me and yeah, she isn’t that good in selling because she isn’t persistent! Hehehe.. But we had a date, as I’d like to call it (she said it was purely business). She dressed up on our date, wore light makeup (yes, I noticed) and wore perfume, not knowing I was allergic. She didn't know I couldn't stop looking at her and how happy I was to be with her again. The business date didn’t turn out to be business. Instead, we talked about the past. We talked and talked until we went back to my father’s old Benz (I tried to impress her). Surprisingly, she cried and I didn’t know what to do. And much more to my surprise, she asked me to kiss her. I didn’t know what to do and asked her where to kiss her. But she said, “Ikaw bahala..” Remember we never kissed before? How could I refuse that request when all I really wanted was to kiss her. And so I did. Back to this day, I could say—man, that was the best kiss ever. I am smiling while writing this recalling that kiss. She said it was closure of our past but I realized and told her that it was the start of something new.
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