LOVE has no boundaries. Love still remains no matter how far. You can be distance apart, but forever love will be in the heart.
I say bull to these. You just can’t sugarcoat love like it’s the most perfect thing because it definitely is not.
Before I share my contribution to the brokenhearted community, let me just say that my story won’t be some legendary or extremely sappy tale that would make you swoon like those in chick flicks.
I fell in love with this girl. She’s not the typical girl you’d fall in love with especially because she’s the tallest among the girls and you’re one of the shortest among the guys. She’s a bit shy, though stands out a lot because of her height. She’s a bit quirky to some because of her being a loner and her preference to speak more English than Filipino, even in the most casual of conversations. And she doesn’t smile a lot. She’s what I’d say, interesting.
I remember trying so hard to approach her. I even did extensive research, not stalking, just so I’d know what her interests were. And I’m quite happy to say that we were on the same track which made us click easier than I thought. We became friends and I felt that it’s what we’ll only ever be.
I was trying to make her laugh because she was gloomy that day. I tried telling this joke which of course failed miserably. That failed joke actually made her burst into laughter. At that moment, I just saw the prettiest girl in the world. She had this smile so natural that it lighted the entire room.
Everything was going so well. But then I realized high school isn’t forever. She will study in Manila. I’m leaving for Davao. Never have I wished more that high school last an eternity. Or for me to be Edward Cullen and just bite her so we’d be immortal teenage vampires forever. But no. She and I are only humans studying in an ordinary high school and we both know the inevitable truth that we’ll be drifting apart.
Graduation. We bid each other farewell. I hugged her tight. I never felt a hug so warm my whole life. I guess that was it. We said goodbye.
And just like that, we stopped communicating. Nothing.
Two years have passed. I’m now studying at a university here. I have new friends, new things to prioritize and dreams to pursue. But still, it was her. I have moved on but it’s still her.
“Love can only be explained through metaphors,” our teacher once said.
I guess love is a road with many paths to go, but you’ll never know where you end up going. I guess love is like a roller coaster filled with ups and downs. I guess love is like two magnets that could either repel or attract. Love is imperfect. But we still crave for it. It’s what makes us human.
June 2013. I finished my assignments and was preparing myself for bed. I checked my phone one last time before sleeping. One notification. A message.
Instantly, it came back. The feeling that was slowly deteriorating. I really wanted to say to her with all caps “What happened?” and “Why did we stop?”
Can distance really be blamed as to why people stop falling in love? Can distance really be the cause of lost feelings and connection?
June 2014. Let’s just say we’re stronger than ever. Finally, after two years of silence, things got settled. We got back together as good friends.
I guess things don’t always work out the way you thought they would. But things are always for the better.
Let me say this to my fellow men and women who have loved and lost, love sucks. It’s the most unstable thing in our very existence. So imagine adding love and long distance and together you’ve got the hardest combination to solve in the whole universe. Yes, it definitely isn’t easy and things won’t always work out.
But for every loss and change, life finds a way for things to get better. It may not be the type of love you were expecting, but definitely, it still is love. Love is imperfect, but it’s still the best feeling one could ever have. (Karl Fernan S. Licayan)
<>i> Sunday Essays are articles by students of Ateneo de Davao University for their journalism subject.