He could have been "Mr. Right", but he's NOT "The One"

Have you ever felt so comfortable with someone? That once in your life you felt that there's a special connection between you and that person? That even when you speak different languages, even words were not there, just thru your looks at each other and actions towards one another, there is understanding? I did.

There are girls that can't really understand themselves. A girl who has always negative thoughts. A girl who doesn't know if she's happy or not. A girl who feels like something is wrong in her life. A girl who is so scared of anything and everything that can break her and make her cry. And I am that kind of girl.

Everything has changed when he came into my life. Unexpectedly, during the time when meeting a guy is least of my priority. He has been a great companion. He has been my safe haven away from home. He's always there in whatever mood I am into, whether I am crazy, angry, making drama and crying. He's always there to shower me with positivity. He can make me laugh when I don't even want to smile. He's always there to comfort me, crack jokes, be crazy with me and make me happy again. He became my favorite person.

He made me sad and cry, but nobody made me smile like he does. He made me mad, but nobody made me laugh like he does. He stressed me out, but nobody made me happier than he does. I know that it's all temporary as we were raised from different cultures, but still, I kept on holding onto him because being with him feels like something I can't explain. Something that feels good. And even if it feels like hell when we fight, it still feels perfect when we reconnect. I love how he always says that he can't be angry at me. It's like listening to my favorite song.

Everything looks perfectly fine, we talk all day long, we shared good memories together, we have cute nicknames to call each other, we keep secrets with each other, we surprise each other and a lot more of moments to cherish. 'Til one day, everything had to stop. My nightmare turned into reality. In a snap, I lose my favorite person.

I expected the fall, I just didn't know that it would be this painful. I know that this day will come and we'll have the end of something we have but cannot name. Both of us had a taste of the ending we hated talking about. We cannot go back to where we were before. We cannot even be friends again. With that, I admit that I lost a big chunk of my heart.

But I came to a realization that my world won't stop revolving, our lives won't stop where we encountered pain. What happened to us is a lesson worth sharing. That all relationship could end, so cherish every moment you have with all the people around you. You don't need a label to care for one another, as much as you don't need a label to experience a break-up.

What we had may not be perfect, but our story was written beautifully. We helped each other grow individually in spite of our differences. We have opened each other's mind in different cultures and religion. He helped me to be the best that I can be in a world where I am a newbie and I know that I have helped him too to believe in himself that he is good in whatever he does.

He is a good person, his heart is genuine, that's why it makes me happy whenever I make him feel that he deserves all the love that this world can offer. I will always be glad about the experience and there's nothing I regret about being too close to him and making him a part of my life. I can't hate him. I don't see any need for hatred.

You know, we tend to hate someone who has caused us pain to a belief that we could forget them and move forward. For me, it's just acceptance. Accept what we cannot change, forgive him and yourself, let go, live in the moment and keep moving forward. God will not give you something He knows you cannot handle. Now, I can say that I am okay and I know he is too. I always hope and pray for his real happiness and success. I'm happy for him that he has now his 'the one'. I wish him and his future family nothing but the best in life. I hope one day when we cross paths again, we could say at least hi to each other.

He could have been "Mr. Right", but he's NOT "The One" so I am preparing myself because I know that who's meant for me is about to come. You too, if you have lost someone you thought would be good for you 'til the end, don't lose hope. Stand still. Be optimistic. You lose him for a reason. He's meant to be part of your life, but he's not meant to stay. And losing him opened a space for another wonderful story that could be your next favorite fairytale.