The time came when we had to bid each other goodbye. That
time I was heartbroken but felt relieved as well. “I’m free”, I thought to
myself. I was traumatized with what happened during our time together and I
started to doubt myself if the love I felt was real in the first place or was
it merely an illusion. Months passed and I affirmed to myself that it was the
best decision I made and that we weren’t really meant to be and it was really
just an illusion.
I hated… got angry… then eventually I forgave you. And when
I stopped looking at you through my angry eyes I saw what I saw back in the day
when love was still pure and life was bliss. I saw in you the man who made me
comfortable to just be me. I saw in you the man I fell in love with, who never
wanted to see me hurt, who’d run straight to me when I got sick just to give me
a bit of comfort. I saw in you the man who was there holding my hand when I was
being rolled in the operating room to give birth to our baby and the same man
who held my hand trying to be strong when I was rolled in the operating room
again and telling me I can do it and to be strong when the doctors tried to fix
my heart. That same man who made me feel secure and trembled more for my fears
than I did but still tried to comfort me.
I learned through all of these that people do make mistakes
and one mistake does not define the person. We need to get rid of our angry
eyes and replace it with loving eyes then we’ll come to see the beauty of the
people around us. I am glad this happened… God affirmed to me that I was indeed
made for you. You who completed me and still completes me… The man who is ever
so willing to win me back even knowing that he’d end up taking care of an
aching and sick old lady when the time comes. It’s not yet time for us to be
together, might take years before we could. But for now I can say, we are for
each other. Oh what a love story we have. It’s one for the books!
“As long as two people really love each other, everything
will just fall into place.”
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