Others believe that the world is big, so big that you wouldn’t mind people coming or going. So big that you may chose not to meet a particular soul that you find inapt to perform a role in your life. But how about meeting a new friend in a stranger place? How about quick conversations? And how about finding a meaningful name that will soon play a role in your life, through those quick and scattered conversations? Would you still claim that world is big?
Coming back through series of memories in my mind, in the day when everything seems so big and heavy for me to carry, I’ve met the person behind the name. He is a nice man, and someone blessed with smiling eyes. He loves to share himself to his friends and I’m glad that from the first time he met me, we’re undeniably friends. It’s true people; even friends do come and go. Through the days, weeks and months anxiously wanted to be spent, I admit I have forgotten him. My consciousness is devotedly lingering on someone I have met from the very day I met him too. But that someone soon became like a forgotten song, a song that became unfit for me to sing along.
I’m wondering whether he has a talent on appearing on the day he would be needed. He will appear behind my shoulder and says that everything will be alright. He fails to know, but he became an anchor on those times I wanted to give up, he unconsciously wiped my tears when they strangled to explain the pain I have in my heart, he unknowingly made me gave a true smile when I can’t imagine I can give one. Life will never be easy, but having him by my side made me see more the brightness of it.
He is not perfect, as anyone of us is. He tends to worry on things I found not so worrisome. He can be confused on which way he ought to walk thru. He oftentimes gave a closed conversation, finding it hard for me to build another new. And he sometimes seems not so interested on the topics we are talking. But the funny thing is I found his imperfections necessary for us to stay together. I know most people will loath even small mistakes and would prefer to be treated with rich caution, but I love his ways and everything about him. I don’t mind his mistakes, and I certainly don’t need him to be perfect. What he is right now is enough to make these words dance beautifully.
He calls my name differently, and there is something unspoken in every word he chose to speak. He is someone to discover every day. He willingly waits for me and loves me in his own special ways.
There are so many things I don’t quite understand about my life, why things sometimes don’t have to go the way you wanted it to be. But maybe, there is a more beautiful reason behind it all. That sometimes we don’t need to struggle so much, instead let our heart fill the empty space.
Roads are lengthy and there’s no promise or even signs of friendliness. But walking hand in hand will eventually lessen the sadness of being alone and hopeless.
With you….
“You”.
(this masterpiece is not mine. it was written by Abigail Umali, my girl)
