It all started with just a simple hello. As cliché as it may sound, I got to know him through my other friends and basically started off as friends. I was just this girl who was there for him—literally. I supported him in whatever he did. Be it a band performance or a drum solo. I never left his side. Yes, I never did. He was just this boy who captivated my blurry eyes, making everything seem so clear. He is always there for me as well. Scratch that. WAS.
I never knew I was looking for the perfect love at the perfect time until our paths crossed. I convinced myself that he was made for me, and I was made just for him. I knew from that very moment that we could happen, and that we could last forever. Although forever for him only meant 2 years and 29 days to be exact. And indeed, WE actually happened. It was not just me or him alone. It was "WE."We opened up our world to each other and shared everything inside of it, no matter how dark our secrets were. We talked about our pasts and how grateful we were that those memories actually happened. We shook off the chips in our sleeves, and put on our hearts instead. We forgot about how painful, unfair but incredible life was. We've been through a lot before we even got to have each other's grips.
I never knew I was looking for the perfect love at the perfect time until our paths crossed.
He had an awesome dream. If it's any consolation, I'd like to dream it too up until now. But I am way past that. I finally have my own. His dream was to live in a big house with me and own our family—a family that consists of me, him, and either a baby boy as the eldest and a baby girl as the youngest, or twins. He dreamed of having his own R5 Spyder just so he could drive me anywhere. He dreamt of being a chef, or a computer engineer, and even being a soldier. He dreamt of me and him together until death do us part. But dreams will remain as dreams if a person won't try his or her best to achieve it. That was why he tried—hard. We tried so hard to make it through. Even when everything is clouded with great acrimony and hatred, we loved each other just like a child loves his or her blanket. We needed each other just like how each person needs oxygen. We stayed strong just like how the anchor grips the ship and preventing it from sailing away. We tried.
But just like how things go, we ended. Not because of death, or a specific person, or even fate. We ended just because we were destined to stay only with each other for 2 years long and that was enough—I guess. We ended and I only wanted him to remember that good times—how we pick fights about nonsense, how we would sing to each other before sleeping, how we record each other’s voices just so we’d have something to listen to when we feel lonely, how I would write a whole journal for him consisting of my letters everyday, how we'd offer songs to each other, how we enjoy watching movies together, how we love to play Tekken, and how my family treated him as one of us. I never wanted him to remember all the bitter stuff we had. I never wanted him to remember the ending. Instead, I wanted him to remember the beginning. I wanted him to remember that even when we came to an end, just like all other things, we were perfect.
I wanted him to remember that even when we came to an end, just like all other things, we were perfect.
It has been a year now since we've decided to end things and if I'm given the chance to choose whether to have him back or be on my own, I'd rather be on my own. Yes, I love him. But I should also love myself, shouldn't I? Two years of my existence revolved around him and I wanted to be on my own, scratch his name off of mine, and get back on transition—just the way I imagined my life to be. And now that I have finally got back up, I can say that, I made the right choice.
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