From Our Readers: Please Don't Fall for the Bad Guy
You know those typical love stories where the good girl falls for the bad guy. I didn't expect that to happen in real life especially to someone like me. I was smart, but I guess no one's really smart when it comes to love, everyone becomes a fool. And just like those cliché type of love stories, I fell for the bad guy.
I usually have answers to anything, but why it had to be you would remain a mystery to me forever.
Being with you was like trying to solve for X and Y in a Math problem. It was complicated, but I chose to stay even when everybody left. I believed that there's goodness in everyone and you were not an exemption. Those times that I spent with you, I saw a glimpse of light; you were not so bad after all. People judged you.
And like in the movies, I thought that I can finally change the bad boy in you. But it was just not possible. I was not the leading lady in my own movie. Life threw a rock at me and woke me up from my dream. I learned why you were called bad and it was because you were notorious for breaking hearts for pure fun. I thought we were different, or that you were different and that I was, too. After all we've been through, it just has to end in a painful way—with you breaking my heart.
I was not the leading lady in my own movie. Life threw a rock at me and woke me up from my dream.
If there was a reason on why you hurt me, I thing I would never know. You were damaged. I felt that you were broken, too, but that doesn't give you the right to break others and make them feel pain as wll. You once said that you were destructive, maybe you were, maybe you weren't. But if there's one thing I learned from you, it's that I should never fall in love with bad boys. Never again.
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Outdoors Danielle Flestado @artdkf | May 1, 2020 "I miss the outside world. The last time I went outside of our house was on my birthday. We just bought coffee across our village and went back home immediately. This painting made me feel that I'm in a field, just appreciating the beauty of God's creation. Can you imagine the green grass and pink flowers?"
When everything around you suddenly turns dark, the first thing we'd prolly do, as humans, is to find and grab anything that is closest and nearest to us. We'll hold onto them for as long as we can, trying to collect ourselves and gather courage to adjust our eyesights to the pitch black environment that's consuming us minute by minute. And then you'd hear nothing. Your sense of hearing would somehow go off after not seeing anything for quite awhile. You'll let loose. Cry. Panic. You'll be exhausted for fighting your way out. Then just when you're about to stop and give up, you're no longer afraid. There's only this deafening silence and pithole of darkness that's gonna eat you up alive. And surprisingly, you'll make a home out of it.
You'll make a home out of the darkness that when a ray of light suddenly hits you, you'll try to avoid it. You'll try to cover your eyes. You'll try to cover your ears from the voices trying to help you get out of it. You'll try to hide because your mind and body will go against your will to come out and live. Because the darkness that used to scare you, now comforts you in a way you thought has helped you survived life. And you'll try to live. Day by day. In the darkness. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing where to start. Not knowing who is with you. You will try to live until the darkness that once surrounds you is now within you. And everyday, it's gonna be a cycle of subtle torture. But let me tell you a secret. The darkness won't make you whole.
You'll be broken. And in those hair-like cracks, the light will stubbornly fight its way through until it warms you up. Until you realize to check the switch and turn it on. Until you allow other people to help you find your way back in the light. Until you realize you're ready to live in light again. There's a light at the end of this long and dreading tunnel. The only question that matters: will you let them in?
I always thought of life, like a bead where each piece makes it worth sewing together with other piece of beads to make a stronger bond and to create a beautiful result. Today, how do we bond well with different people especially this difficult time? As this day challenges us to a new normal, may we continue to bead along positively with our life.