Like any other couple back then, the issues got the best of us. It was a tiring experience that we allowed the negatives to take over the beautiful music that once develop every rhythm our hearts were playing.
This morning, a sweet old familiar music played on the radio put all these nostalgic memories in an endless stream on my thoughts. It was a mix of genuine emotions. A part of me is sad, because these are memories that happened;
That happened.
And a part of me is pretty happy, because they happened.
We, happened.
As the day goes by and the pouring rain is an added element in this poignant scene, I suddenly find myself in a lingering situation: Of what could’ve been, what might have been, of should’ve been.
I decided to take a walk —- amidst the rain —- in the usual suspect of place.
The fields; where the grass is greener and the sight is clearer.
I opened this blue umbrella that Aly gave me. It was a funny story on how I got this, but I will tell you about it —- one day. Anyway, as I took my time, the strides —- slower than the usual —- the rain started to slow down as well.
The beauty of coincidence.
I smiled. The thought of someone who is so into coincidence is playing inside of me. I giggled. That’s nice. So, as I continue the walk in a more vibrant feeling this time, I reached the destination that I, we, are so familiar with. So familiar, as it is where our once strong love unfolds and how this place witnessed the budding romance of two young lovers.
At the right time, at the right place.
"… with the right person." I sighed, my thoughts are brutal today.
Again, I successfully flashed a timid smile. Sweet. Playful. One, of a kind. But it wasn’t the same smile that it used to be. As I reached the place and my foot took the first step on that green fields, again, I’m at awe with sight of a light rainbow, signifying hope after the rain. And the field is filled with so many flowers in bloom, bright and yellow like it was telling me that life is beautiful.
I dropped the umbrella —- "Sorry, Alyssa." —- and run freely in the field, enjoying every bit of it. You know when I was a little girl, I dreamed about this. The field, the flowers, the cotton candy clouds and if life permits, a unicorn.
"Please." I giggled afterwards.
But life is a bitch, a beautiful bitch, and it did successfully surprised me. As I stumbled down, eyes closed and breathing in nature’s astonishingly amazing gifts.. someone, in her simplest get up: shorts, shirt, a cap and flip flops with a guitar in her hand; is sitting in the field, facing the setting sun, singing the most wonderful tune.
The beauty of coincidence.
Yup, Aly was there. And when we shared that gaze, intently, sweet and inspiring, she broke in a gorgeous smirk and continued her random strumming. I just find myself, sitting next to her. Enjoying these simple joys.
Like a fresh start.
Not totally.
"Hi, I’m Alyssa."
I giggled.
"Hi Alyssa. I’m…"
"Dennise Michelle Lazaro." Aly said, smiling, before breaking into another beautiful lyrics in tune, "I just wanna believe in you and me."
Oh, the beauty of coincidence.
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