Sunset in Paradise

CHAPTER 2 (Reina)

It was a surreal and extraordinary love story.

Or it was just magical.

When I met Miles, he wasn't the guy that came to my mind to become a significant other. He's too nice and a typical boy who loves to follow girls, the typical lovesick high school boy. He was out of my league, he was too normal, too good for me.

Probably because I was consumed by hate and my towering angst against the world. I was a hard case, a hopeless and hardcore train wreck. I wasn't even looking for something or someone. But he stood beside me, stayed and offered his comfort. A kind of thing that no one dares to do to me without a price to gain.

He was my savior, my lifesaver.

And even looking back at the days, I still couldn't believe that I survived all of them, those struggles and hardships that life had hurled on my feet. My family affairs, my dad's issue and my premature love turned into heartbreak. He was there, the only living reminder of a loyal friend and companion.

At first, I was hesitating, because of his unconditional love and devotion. It made me scared to try to open myself. Scared of getting hurt, scared of losing myself again.

But he waited. He patiently waited until I recovered, until I was ready to redeem myself. He waited for me to see his pure intention.

Miles is foreign to me. Honestly, I was scared of him, because he's full of light, and his warmth is so addicting. I feel like a crazy and reckless moth, dancing around and potently drawn to his fire.

His beautiful and generous fire. It lights every corner of my lonely and dark world.

He is the person who never asks for anything yet can give more than enough. His love is unconditional and it made me so scared, I'm frightened that I will be dependent on his love, or because I can't give the feelings back the way he does.

He was so pure that I didn't want to taint him with my darkness, I didn't want to ruin him with my messy life. I don't want to hurt him because he means a lot to me. That's why I pushed him away. Even if it killed me for the shortest time, I had to, because that would save him from me.

I can't hurt him, so I chose to hurt myself.

But that move made me realize that I can't live without him. That I can't let him go.

He made me feel something that I never thought I was longing for years. He made me crave his love and thoughtfulness. His unconventional ways of showing his devotion and his heart. He made me believe in the wonders of love and the beauty of life.

Before, nothing matters to me. My life is a big mess, I can't even imagine living life without heartaches, from losing loved ones and the dying hope for a change.

But he came. He brought that change. He changed me and made me see that there is life after hurt and love after heartaches. Hope after the storm. And him as an example of answered prayer.

He made me believe in miracles. He brought me back to Him. He brought my life back.

I know that I am young and some might say that the love we share will not last long, because we are just two adventurous juveniles, and this excitement that we have is short-lived. I will defy them all and prove to them that they are all wrong.

That what we have is strong and endless. That our love will suffice the shortcomings. That love will keep us whole. It will keep us alive and survive the tides that will come upon our lives.

He is my life now. The only person that matters to me. The man that I promise someday when the right time comes, I will marry and share with, the sweetness and bitterness of life. I would love to spend my whole life loving this amazing man.