A Love Story (Part II)-A A +A
Sunday, February 3, 2013
I CAN write the longest disclaimer about not being the love expert once again (because I really am not) but since it’s that time of the year and I certainly think everyone’s got that pass to be over-the-top-cheesy, allow me to ramble on about snookums, honeybunches and potatomushy-mushies like everyone else. If you’ve got a lot of time in your hands and in the mood to indulge, please read the story prior to this story ( A love story) so you won’t feel like you missed an episode of this pseudo-Koreanovela series.
One February two years ago, this two daring souls took a gamble; a risk that defied logic and sound judgment, or so it seemed that time. Maybe, it was just Cupid being Cupid -- playful and experimental with his arrows and victims; maybe, it was destiny being twisted as it often is; or maybe, it was simply two unstoppable hearts that reached out across the oceans and borders that seemed too colossal to close that time.
Love was pledged and the 30 days of September that spelled a lifetime came. It was the swiftest but sweetest September -- the month when we both proved and realized that we could both go on risking. We journeyed on till summer. He came once again and it was the most beautiful summer. I tell you. Nothing beats summer romance because even summer nights feel like you’re enshrouded with sunshine. But much as we would both want to always wake up to summer mornings filled with promises, the bitter time of parting once again was inevitable.
He’s just meant to stay in his coasts while I was to stay in my mountains, (or make that deserts right now because of the change of geography). Some would give up. I can’t deny that I’ve had my moments too, questioning my beliefs and realizing that I often come up with self-made reasons just to keep on going. This is when I utterly feel ashamed of myself because never once did he think the way I thought. He is the epitome of steadfastness. His indomitable belief in us, how he understands my doubts and how he reassures me every now and then, and his patience with my breakdowns remind me over and over again of the very reason why I took that risk with him in the first place.
It is not easy. Aren’t we supposed to be with a special person so we could have someone to share lunches with, cook dinner for, call if it’s too late and dangerous to go home alone, watch the latest blockbusters with, chill with during weekends, cry on when down, laugh with, get crazy with, fight then make up with, and all these other things that conventional couples normally do together? We cannot get to do these. It is frustrating a lot of times but this is when we learn to make do with what we have.
We learn to love in a different way, give things in a different way, share with each other in a different way, and do everything else in a different way. I was not an internet aficionado but now I made the net a primary necessity in my hierarchy of needs. I am not a techy person but I had to acquaint myself with all sorts of shiznits that would enable us to be in constant touch with each other at all possible times.
We had to learn each other’s schedules, know which convenient hours to talk, and set our daily dates. Because of the time zone differences, it may be before I go to work and before he goes to sleep or vice versa. You learn to look at things in a skewed perspective, even literally. You get used to being jammed beside the cup holder in his car, adjust your vision depending on which particular activity he’s currently doing, just so you could have a glimpse of the things he does and sees at his end of the world.
Time is often limited and this is awful but you learn to make the most of every minute. You avoid arguments and misunderstandings because being grumpy and cold with each other would mean one very special second being wasted. In turn, you learn to be more understanding and patient with one another. It’s a must.
It’s a far cry from actually being together. One cannot simply reach out to touch the other’s hand. One cannot lean over and kiss the other’s forehead. One cannot tweak the other’s nose or request the other to scratch an itchy part on his back which he cannot reach. No, unfortunately we cannot do these but we get by. We hold on despite the odds.
We go back to having trust, reminding each other that the set-up is not permanent, holding on to those plans and dreams, and thinking again and again the main reason why you were once willing to face these things with someone, though you very well know that the circumstances would be difficult. It’s simply because you love that person. Love. Cupid’s game. The brainless heart. Sappy romance. Illogical love.
Ours was not the typical dating story where we founded our love on flowers, text messaging, and friendly-turned-intimate lunch dates. Till now, ours is not the typical love story where we celebrate monthsaries or anniversaries with movies, dinner dates and romantic escapades. But we get by, we hold on, and we continue to believe. Believe till we can finally make every month a September, and every season a summer.
Published in the Sun.Star Baguio newspaper on February 04, 2013.