July 28, 2009
My Love Story
I can still remember the first time I saw my husband. It was our 1st day of enrollment as freshmen in college. He was sitting on the steps of the College Sec, and I can’t remember who he was with but I still remember him wearing a blue Giordano Classics shirt. He had been my crush from that day forward. Secret crush, of course. I could never show my face if my blockmates knew. So until 4th year I managed to keep my secret. Even when we were already an item I still managed to keep it for a while. But eventually when I told him, he never believed. He actually thought I was kidding. I was not.
I have always lived up to my ‘reputation’ back then. A known maldita, I was never the kind who swooned after boys. I was independent, outspoken, and I gave out the impression that I don’t need men. Hahah! But I didn’t have problems attracting the opposite sex, if you know what I mean. Still, they say, when you love..you just know. The heart has its reasons in which reason knows nothing.
And so I loved. Far more than ever I thought I could. Our relationship is far from perfect and we have hurt each other as much as we loved. But at the end of the day, you fight to make it work.
For love is not for the fearful, the timid, the weak. No matter how old you are, how sure, how ready, how strong…how deserving, how giving, how smart, how willing to give it your all…you can still get hurt and it hurts bad.
So know that when you love, you take one big huge leap into the unknown and no matter where you land or how hard, you know you could not have done otherwise.
I could not have done otherwise. If given the chance to live my life again, I would still choose the same choice, say yes to the same man, and cry for the same reasons.
I wouldn’t miss him for the world.
