My dad always told me to buy books. I would buy them, I'd buy about 1-3 books every time we have the chance to go to the bookstore. I usually scan through the International Reader's Choices they have on shelves at National Book Store because I'm kind of assured of the quality the story has in store for me. Sometimes, I read reviews on the internet to have a piece of information about the book, a little synopsis if I am so to speak. But my dad would always tell me one thing when buying a book, it was always "Ayaw'g palit anang mga love stories, kay imung mahuna-hunaan kay ingon ana tanan lalaki, pero dili jud na mahitabo." But I would always insist on buying those. Some of my favorites were Nicholas Sparks and John Green, whose stories always made me wish I was one of those girls. And maybe even live happily ever after like Cinderella and Snow White.
Ever since I was a wee little girl, fantasy stories like Cinderella's would always amaze me. My favorite one was Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. But as time flew, I got to know more and more different types of stories, some may even seem to be real. My mom would always watch Soap Operas on ABS-CBN every night, and when I'm not sleepy or if it's a Friday, I get to watch those with her too. People do crazy things in love. And soon, I tried to make up my own love story. I always wished that my First Love, would be my Last Romance. So I tried really hard to wait for the perfect person to take that spot.
I thought I did. I always thought I did. I gave it away to someone who broke my heart just a few months after we were together. And after 3 months of crazy fights and sleepless nights, here I am, once again. I'm on the road NOT TAKEN, simply because I'm flying solo.
We tried to talk this out, but it just couldn't and wouldn't work out. Space. Yes, space. We needed some time to find ourselves once again. I needed the space, not him. But we had a deal that we shouldn't ever communicate for a year or so. No talking, chatting, seeing each other, greeting, and that happened all in a single snap of a second. I'm the kind of girl that goes where the wind takes me, and I don't interfere with other people's decision, and he has decided. But couldn't he have given this more thought? I don't know. But he promised we'll take this leap again once a year has passed and we've finally known ourselves again.So what makes replacing me this tim difficult? He could easily find some replacement over the phone and I wouldn't have a hold of it, heck, I wouldn't even have a clue! That's the problem with distance: You'll never know if he misses you, or replaces you.
But there's still a bit of hope inside me that we'll get back together someday. That maybe, I'll still have that awesome wedding photo of me hanging above the fireplace when I get older. I just know that there's a love story out there waiting for me to just get there, or maybe my love story is just around the corner, cautiously waiting for a year to end and to finally get back together with me.
Who knows, maybe someday, I'll end up just being a writer and finally create my own version of a picture perfect love story? I give it all to the Almighty Lord, into Your Hands Lord, is my love story. And I know that the end is just the beginning of something great.
