Epilogue

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Hey, Cupid:

        In the past, before all those things happened, I had already accepted the fate that was written down for me. I must say that it was because I had lost hope…

…hope that just like a normal person, I could also be the author of my own life. I don’t even know why it had to be me in the first place. Why was I born as the present cupid of this generation? Why give me such job? I just…want to be normal and experience a normal life.

I already lost hope…well, not until a miracle happened.

       Am I happy that somebody has to sacrifice himself for me?

Definitely, not. I was really devasted to the point of losing my sanity. I was so close to just surrendering to the voices inside my head. That’s how severe it had scarred me.

        Am I thankful, though?

Yes. So much. So much that it’s such a bittersweet feeling. So much that it hurts and soothes me at the same time.

        Do I think I deserve all these things?

I don’t know. Yes? No? Maybe?

        Neville…I consider him my personal guardian angel. If there really is one, I think it was him who was sent to me by the heavens. If I would have one last wish in this lifetime, I think it would be that I wanted to pay him back for the things he had done for me.

For…everything that I don’t think I deserve in the first place.

        I just hope that by fulfilling his wishes, by…being happy…he would…I could finally…

…forgive myself for what had happened.

        I’ll forever be grateful to him not just in this lifetime but also on the next one…and the one after that…and the one after that…

…and the one after that…

…and the one after that…

…and the one after that…

        He helped me find my own happiness…

…he helped me be with Al…

Al, he wasn’t just a partner. He was first a rival…

then he became a friend…

music buddy…

knight (?) but certainly not on a shining armor…

game buddy…

taga-dala ng kape sa gabi pagkatapos ng shift ko…

confidant…

cuddle buddy (?)…

my dumb genius…

…basically everything that I could ever wish for and even more.

        Is our love perfect?

No. I assure you it’s not.

       Will we strive to make it perfect?

No. I assure you, we will not. Perfect is too ideal. Rather than perfect, let’s just say it’s…

…worth it?

Yeah. It is.

Worth all the struggles

Worth all the pain

Worth all the sacrifices

“Mom! Let’s go, Dad’s already waiting outside in the car.” My son, Neverie called out.

“I’m coming, you go join your dad na.” 

Yeah. Our love’s definitely worth it.


                         Sincerely,

                                           Feb

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