Last two weeks, I've been into a break up.
We've been together for almost three years. We've come through petty fights, we hated each other several times, we had overnight breakups, we've done silly things, we at times look dumb and stupid together, and we love each other so much. We stayed together for years because there's so much love to give, stories to tell and moments to share. We know how to understand even the vague-est statement or gesture. We know how to say sorry. We were true to each other. For me, he's the awesomest guy on earth, for him, I was the most gorgeous woman alive (maybe, next to his mom). He tells me I'm pretty when I look exhausted. He encourages me to smile when I burst into tears. He kissed gently. He respected me. He holds my hand when we're with his friends. He refuses to hug or kiss me in public even whenever I ask him to. He had always been my priority while I was at the bottom of his list. He gets ashamed when I talk and laugh loudly. He loves to watch movies with me even if he gets annoyed when I predict the next scenes of the film. He wasn't used to texting me before going to bed even if he knows I can't sleep without him wishing me a good sleep. He tells me straight to my face how much he hates what I wear even if I feel so pretty with how I look. He was the meanest guy I've known but I never felt offended. I wear shorts even if he doesn't want me to. I drink and gets drunk more often than him. Even if he hates it, I go home late and stay over night with my friends. I'm not pretty or even the most intelligent but he's proud of me. I'm skinny but I got a bigger-than-what-I-should-have tummy but he thinks I'm sexy. He hates it when I don't talk when I'm mad but he patiently asks me what's wrong. I was the most stubborn person but he loves me :)
I found a boyfriend, bestfriend, a brother and even a sister in him.
But maybe, through time, love just fades away.
When we said goodbye, though it wasn't the first, I cried hard and I just can't accept the fact that I've given my best, I've tried hard to make him fall for me everyday, I never got tired of understanding his excuses but still it's meeting its end. Maybe, this is just what happens when you see breaking up as an option or an escape to the struggles you both are facing. Maybe, this is the best thing to happen if the other party is not willing to exert some effort to make the relationship work. Maybe this happens if you don't meet your partner halfway...Maybe this is what we need.
But I'm not sad right now. Two weeks had passed and I feel better and stronger. I feel happy. I believe, happiness is something internal. I don't have to be dependent on somebody to be happy. Yes, women need men in their lives, I attest to that. But women don't need somebody who makes them feel they are unworthy of some love.
I was just glad, we've met. Relationships don't last long but good memories do. Thank you! :)
And for two weeks, I found myself being sooo eager to find some new ways of knowing myself. I want to know why my past relationships did not work out, I want to figure out what's wrong in me. Now, Ive earned how to go on without the one who inspires me to get up early in the morning and the one who causes sweet dreams every night. For two weeks, I've discovered so much about myself. I learned how to smile more often, I had a closer relationship with God, my family and my great friends,
and yes, I learned how to live.
We've been together for almost three years. We've come through petty fights, we hated each other several times, we had overnight breakups, we've done silly things, we at times look dumb and stupid together, and we love each other so much. We stayed together for years because there's so much love to give, stories to tell and moments to share. We know how to understand even the vague-est statement or gesture. We know how to say sorry. We were true to each other. For me, he's the awesomest guy on earth, for him, I was the most gorgeous woman alive (maybe, next to his mom). He tells me I'm pretty when I look exhausted. He encourages me to smile when I burst into tears. He kissed gently. He respected me. He holds my hand when we're with his friends. He refuses to hug or kiss me in public even whenever I ask him to. He had always been my priority while I was at the bottom of his list. He gets ashamed when I talk and laugh loudly. He loves to watch movies with me even if he gets annoyed when I predict the next scenes of the film. He wasn't used to texting me before going to bed even if he knows I can't sleep without him wishing me a good sleep. He tells me straight to my face how much he hates what I wear even if I feel so pretty with how I look. He was the meanest guy I've known but I never felt offended. I wear shorts even if he doesn't want me to. I drink and gets drunk more often than him. Even if he hates it, I go home late and stay over night with my friends. I'm not pretty or even the most intelligent but he's proud of me. I'm skinny but I got a bigger-than-what-I-should-have tummy but he thinks I'm sexy. He hates it when I don't talk when I'm mad but he patiently asks me what's wrong. I was the most stubborn person but he loves me :)
I found a boyfriend, bestfriend, a brother and even a sister in him.
But maybe, through time, love just fades away.
When we said goodbye, though it wasn't the first, I cried hard and I just can't accept the fact that I've given my best, I've tried hard to make him fall for me everyday, I never got tired of understanding his excuses but still it's meeting its end. Maybe, this is just what happens when you see breaking up as an option or an escape to the struggles you both are facing. Maybe, this is the best thing to happen if the other party is not willing to exert some effort to make the relationship work. Maybe this happens if you don't meet your partner halfway...Maybe this is what we need.
But I'm not sad right now. Two weeks had passed and I feel better and stronger. I feel happy. I believe, happiness is something internal. I don't have to be dependent on somebody to be happy. Yes, women need men in their lives, I attest to that. But women don't need somebody who makes them feel they are unworthy of some love.
I was just glad, we've met. Relationships don't last long but good memories do. Thank you! :)
And for two weeks, I found myself being sooo eager to find some new ways of knowing myself. I want to know why my past relationships did not work out, I want to figure out what's wrong in me. Now, Ive earned how to go on without the one who inspires me to get up early in the morning and the one who causes sweet dreams every night. For two weeks, I've discovered so much about myself. I learned how to smile more often, I had a closer relationship with God, my family and my great friends,
and yes, I learned how to live.
