“LOVE is not seeing each other everyday, it’s all about longing and praying that someday, somehow, you’ll see each other again.”
Before reading my story, please read this first. I made this collage-y thing last summer. The first picture was when he slept in our house last December because my flight the next day is very early. The second picture is him playing the drums. The next three pictures are some of his favorite pictures of mine (if I remember it right). The next picture is me hugging the stuffed toy he sent me for my 17th birthday. The last picture at the bottom right is us last December. Sorry for the poor quality of my collage, I only made that for a couple of minutes. LOL. and that’s the only one I have now.
I met this guy when I was still in the 3rd grade. He was the top of our class back then and that was the main reason why I had this “crush” on him since then. Up to now I still consider him my “puppy love”. Then came my very colorful high school life. We both passed the entrance exam in a Science high school and this didn’t make me happy. The reason is still unknown to me up to now. LOL. So there, we became classmates and became friends. Then, I met this boy who was the reason why I got over the“puppy love” stage.
Then, after a year, he had a girlfriend. And I really didn’t care about that. Then after 3 months (I think), they broke up and that led us closer. He started texting me and by December of year 2006, he officially courted me. I didn’t know how to rejecthim back then because I was so “in love” with that new boy and I didn’t want him to wait. But then, I never had the courage to tell him to stop. Then, after about 2 years, he managed to get close to my heart. After all his surprises-serenades and chocolates on my desk-I started to like him more and more. Then, on October 2008, I decided to make us official. We dated and we met each other’s families. We were the first “legal” couple in our batch.
The came the greatest obstacle we’ve had to face. I had to go to a college away from where we are living and him staying behind because he failed to pass the entrance exam. It was tough. Really tough. We had to make extra efforts just to make it work. Texting, calling everyday, trying to act like everything was normal. And after months, it became tiring. I became a dormitory official and he became very busy with his Biology courses. We became really busy and the texting andcalling became hassle for both our schedules. We had unresolved problems and every time I visited our hometown, we always fought. It didn’t take a while until we both finally gave up. He started to get tired of showing efforts, I became tired of waiting for that day that he’d show me he still wanted to make it work. We stopped seeing each other and everything started to become blurry to me. Then we finally decided to end it after a year and 8 months last June. He didn’t even greet me on my 18th birthday last june 11! What an asshole! (joke!).
But now, contrary to what everyone was expecting, I became happier. Not that my childhood crush and I didn’t make it but because I had that one rare chance of dating my “prince charming” when I was still a little girl. That one in a million chance of holding the hands of that one person you’ve always dreamed of since you started to feel that feeling you feel for the opposite sex. That one in a million chance of having him wake up besideyou. That one in a million chance to be serenaded by that one person whom you thought wouldn’t give you a time of the day. That one in a million chance of having your first kiss with the first person who made you feel beautiful.
And to him, THANK YOU. I thank him for fulfilling my childhood dreams of getting to hold his hand and looking deep into his eyes knowing that at that moment we felt “love” for each other. I didn’t have the chance to tell him that because our break-up was a bad one. We haven’t even talked about every problem we hadn’t resolved and everything was just plain left behind by us. Anyway, up to now, we still haven’t seen each other and really talk about it.
To everyone who actually read my boring story, sorry but I don’t wanna make it up with him again. I’m the type of person that won’t let anything that has ever happened in the past can ever happen in the future. What we had was great but our love wasn’t strong enough to withstand time and distance.