Ben Francis Lovett
I love you are just words.
It’s hard to let go of the person you truly love, the person who has been your life, your world, your soul. Sometimes you want to keep her and never let go of her. But that is selfishness. When you love a person, it’s not about you yourself, it’s not about what you want alone, and it’s not always about your happiness. ‘Cause when you love a person, it should be about her, what will make her happy, what will make her smile every day, what will make her thank that she exists. When you love someone you must always be prepared of what will she ask from you, even if that thing might cause you pain, even if that thing might take away your own happiness, because love is selflessness, not selfishness.
Happy endings don’t necessarily have to be you and her in the end, sometimes happy endings happen to both of you separately. And happy endings happen when you both find your happiness. Love is powerful, it builds but it also ruins. Love is colorful just like a rainbow, but when do rainbows appear? After the rain, after the pouring rain. Without rain, there will be no rainbow and that makes sense. We have to feel the pain to feel the happiness, we have to fall so we could learn how to fly, and we have to give what we have to receive things we don’t have.
I always thought Alice would be with me on my happy ending. But I was wrong. Her enchanted love story was created with Matt. She was meant to spend her happy ever after with him. I know she will have a happy ending story, and I, of course I will also have because every time I will look at her with the smile on her lips, that’s my happy ending She is my happiness, she is the queen of my heart. There would be a big hole inside my chest but I knew all along that this hole will be fixed at the right time. I would always thank her for letting me come inside her life and reminiscing the memories that we shared were enough for me.
I love her, and I will always do.
There’s no straightforward way to flee with this. But no matter how much I love her, her heart would not belong to me. Because her heart though was replaced by another heart, it would still beat for only one person, ‘cause it’s not her heart that decides, it’s her mind. There’s one thing that I will left with her, our friendship. I would be far away but our alliance would never change. She already found her happiness, and I thought it was my time to look for mine.
I strode on the hallway of the airport when I heard the intercom.
It was Marco’s second bereavement anniversary and I knew they were already on his place. I would like to go with them. But it was my flight schedule.
It was the same day when I bump into the truck and caused this blotch on my right forehead. That time, all I wanted was to reach the hospital where Alice was. I wanted to see her and make sure that she would be fine. I knew she will be saved because of his half-brother, Marco. That night, I’ve decided to go to her just say goodbye because I will be leaving to Italy. I don’t want to stay in New York after her operation. ‘Cause I know she will be happy with Matt after she had gone through the operation
I will be flying back to Italy today with my Mom. I still stayed in New York for two years after that incident because Mom wanted to finish her teaching career here and now that she had retired from her job, there’s no more reason to stay. Mom and Dad had settled everything. We will be living in Italy together just like before.
I guessed that’s where I belong. Maybe that’s where my enchanted story would be found. I will be leaving New York not because I had a hard feeling on it, but because I wanted to seek for the missing pieces of myself. I would like to mend my heart after it was busted.
My felt my phone vibrated. A name appeared on the screen. It was Alice. I picked up my phone and answered her call.
“Yeah. We’re on our way to the plane. Thanks.” That’s all and I ended the call. No need to talk too much ‘cause I already talked to her this morning before I left.
I guessed it was really the end. Every ending has its own beginning. Some things might end, but some things might happen better than what you are expecting. Goodbye, Alice.
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