“Life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it.”

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“Life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it.”
Specially Made By: hahahawalakangpakialam

We were kindergartners then. I was a kid; we were kids, specifically playmates. I stared at him silently as he draw superman on his notebook. I wish he was my friend. I couldn’t resist but stare at him all the time, wishing we’ll be together until the end of time.

Kindergarten days passed by silently. I was a grade-schooler; we were grade-schoolers, specifically classmates. I talked to him about our assignment while staring at his face secretly. I wish he was my friend. I couldn’t control myself as he brushes up his hair whenever he plays basketball. He grew up to be a good kid, just like any other good kids do. I couldn’t resist but stare at him all the time. Wishing we’ll be together until the end of time, wishing that this so-called “time” would never end.

I never know we’re already in high school. We eventually became friends. I’m a freshman; we were freshmen, specifically seatmates. I confronted him about our new lesson in algebra and he taught me easily. I wished we will be closer. I wish I was a boy so that I could be with him all the time. I couldn’t help but be bothered by the certain emotions mixing inside me. He developed into an enigmatic guy, just like any ordinary enigmatic guys which girls love to drool over with. I couldn’t help myself from wishing that we’ll be together till the end of time that we’ll be buried together when we die.

We graduated from high school. We became the best buddies in college. I’m from Block I; we were from Block I. Specifically best friends. Once, I asked for his opinions about this guy who’s courting me. He just replied, “If you love him, then you should open you heart and accept him from what he is.” Then he nodded and walked away. I admit and I know I love him. I wish he loves me too, so that he will be jealous. Jealous, so that he could blabber his real feelings for me when he lose his control. I wish we’ll be together like real lovers… I once attempted to say my feelings about him, but even before I started, he said he should go because he was supposed to meet a girl. I was broken. I wish I never love him. I wish I could forget all the things about him. But the feeling in my heart shouts that I should still love him, because life will never be called life unless there is no love existing on it. I’m still wishing.

Years passed and we graduated from college and we both got a job. I worked in a bank; we worked in a bank. I was surprised and ashamed of myself when he said he was going to be married. I was more of being broken than surprised and excited. I know I have to move on and find a new guy. But how? You know, half of my life on Earth was with him, loving him… Wedding day came and he said “Wow! You’re here! Any escorts?” I smiled painfully and secretly hide the hurt in my heart. I wished we’ll end up marrying in a church. I wish he was mine, and I’m still wishing.

Decades passed and we both grow into healthy individuals. We both gained our own families. You know, every great stories ends up with someone dying on the end. In short, he died. And I’m telling you I accepted it naturally because he’s my best friend. On his interment, his younger brother brought his journal and read some parts of it… I was stunned…

“June 1, 1978. We were kindergartners then, I was a kid; we were kids, playmates, coincidentally. I stared at her silently as she brushes the hair of her doll. I wish she was my friend. I couldn’t resist but stare at her all the time, wishing we’ll be together when we both grow old.”

His brother flipped pages and began to read again. While me, I’m starting to cry. He continued…
“June 7, 1980. Kindergarten days passed by silently. I was a grade-schooler; we were grade-schoolers, classmates, coincidentally. I talked to her about the previous episode of our favorite show which I missed last night. She grew up into a pretty girl, like any other pretty girls do. I couldn’t resist but stare at her silently all the time, wishing we’ll be together until the end of time, wishing that this so-called “time” would never come to an end.”

His brother started to sob and he still continued.

“June 14, 1986. I never know we’re already in high school. We eventually became best friends. I’m a freshman; we were freshmen, seatmates coincidentally. I taught her about our first lesson in algebra and I know she hardly understands it but she still thanked me. I wish we will be closer. I wish I was a girl so that I could be with her all the time. I couldn’t help but be bothered by the certain emotions mixing inside my whole. She developed into a talkative yet smart young lady, just like any ordinary talkative and bright young lady do. I couldn’t help myself from wishing that we’ll be together until the end of time that we’ll be buried together when we die.

His brother almost collapsed and his older sister came in and continued.

“June 21, 1990. We graduated from high school. We became the best buddies in college. I’m from Block I; we were from Block I, specifically and coincidentally best friends. Once, she asked me for an opinion about this guy who’s starting to court her. I was hurt. I knew I loved her ever since we were still in the sandbox playing together. I answered a very ugly and corny statement and walked away after so that I could hide the tears in my eyes. I wish we’ll be together like real loves do. I attempted to say my feelings about her but she suddenly remembered her project in English and worked on it right away. I was broken. An English Project might be better than me. I wish I never love her. I wish I could forget all the things about her. But the feelings in my heart yells that I should still love her, because life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it. I’ll continue wishing.”

I felt my husband caressing my back and telling me to be calm. His sister continued…

“June-August 1996. Years passed and we graduated from college. I worked in a bank; we worked in a bank. I met Clarisse and I got attracted to her even if I still love my childhood friend. I know I have to move on with my own life and I will marry Clarisse even if I don’t love her. So we end up marrying each other. Wedding day came; I was more of depressed than excited. I know I have a new partner and I know I’m so lucky to have Clarisse by my side and I have to move on but HOW? Half of my life on this world was spend with her, loving her, my childhood friend… She came to our wedding day and I asked her for a gift or if she has a companion with her. She just smiled. I think she was happy for me. I wish she’ll be the one who’s wearing the most beautiful gown today. I wish she was mine. I’m still wishing…”

Everybody in the church was listening silently and I cried out all the pain in my heart. Her sister read the last two entries on his journal. He rarely writes on it these past few years.

“June 28, 2002. Today, it’s exactly six years after I got married, Clarisse and I broke up because of a major problem, she said she didn’t love me anymore and that she cannot raise two kids easily. That’s it. We had two children and both were still young. I have to tell you something no one else knows… I have a colon cancer… What should I do? God please help me… I’m only 28 years old yet I am so depressed…”

After two years… Three days before he died, this was his last entry…

“August 1, 2004. Now I’m here in the hospital, my youngest is sitting by my side. I’m bald, you should know. I’m waiting for my time and I know I’m already prepared. Thank You God for giving me a chance to experience life, to learn how to love and be loved. I hope my childhood friend would come before You get my soul and judge it. After I die, You know I would still love her. I never fall out of love for her really; she’s the girl I used to love even from the start and I would never fall out of love for her. God, please help me to reach her with my wings… Goodbye and I love you.”

All the people were crying for good. They all got a lesson, and they were contented with what happened. My husband accepted the fact sincerely. Before his coffin was taken down, I dropped a white rose and whispered. “I hope you could reach me with your wings… I love you…” I smiled painfully and thanked him for the 30 years we’ve shared together.

P.S.
nakailang tissue ka?

queckie taho and bogurt(hahahawalakangpakialam)
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