DAPHY'S NOTE: This is one of the first few stories I've written. Inspired by the story of an old couple... literally 'old'. Old sweethearts who separated and had separate lives, met again after a long while when both have already lost their respective partners. They realized that they still love each other so they got married, of course with the blessings of their respetive children.
Since today is Valentine's Day, I would like yo share my 'version' of the story. And though I am still single, stories like this one keeps my faith in #forever.
Written on Valentine's Day 2008... HAPPY 'PUSO' TO ALL OF YOU...∞
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Just a few days before Valentine's Day...
February 14 is supposed to be THE day,,, we're supposedly turning five years! But not even our 'greatest' love surpassed what others would call the 'graduation'.
It scares me how nobody stays together anymore.
And has to end when I actually felt that he's really the one for me—the one who I'll be spending the rest of my life with.
But before I could cry a river, scream at the top of my lungs, curse like I never did before, and just be in hibernation, a bad news made me pack my bag, ride a bus to the province and handed me the greatest lesson of my life.
"Jill, lolo died. We have to go to Ilocos to support lola," said mom.
"Lolo? Who? Ma, lolo Jose died a long time before."
"Yes, but lola got married again, remember?"
Oh, yeah! Lolo Federico... lola's 'destiny'!
How sad... after being separated for like, a lifetime! And it's only what? Still less than a year since they saw each other again, reunited, got married and could actually be together! And now he's dead!
How could that be destiny? How cruel could destiny be?
Now I wonder,,, who could be hurting more? Me who just lost someone I thought was the one I could spend 'forever' with? Or lola,,, who had him once, lost him, found him again, and, sadly, lost him again, this time,,, lost him forever.
I was so occupied thinking of ways on how to comfort lola that I actually forgot I also have my own heart to console.
But, to my surprise, the woman who greeted me was not a picture of a sad soul. She was more beautiful than ever, more peaceful, more contented,,, and this time, she seems complete.
"It's nice to see you, Jill." Lola Ana smiled. She held me in her arms, hugged and kissed me.
"Mano po," I said, still a little confused. "Condolence, lola."
She smiled,,, the sweetest smile I have ever seen.
"Come," she said.
As I looked at lolo Federico inside the coffin, I didn't notice lola staring at me.
"How's Roy?" she asked.
"We broke up, lola," I answered.
"I thought so."
"How did you know?"
"It's in your eyes, honey."
"But lola, you,,, you don't look sad at all. Why?"
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Federico and Ana were childhood sweethearts. He was 15, she was 13, when they had their relationship.
