the paths that re-connected ( Yolo Series #01)

The chipped paint of the abandoned lighthouse mirrored the cracks in my carefully constructed wall of cynicism. From a young age, I'd declared love only exist in fairytale, a childish fantasy, in this generation, love does NOT exist. Then Ace Jeremiah Con came, a whirlwind of Palawan sunshine. He was everything - famous, handsome, wealthy, the kind of man who should have been out chasing fame in Manila.

Our arrangement was simple: fun, no strings attached, an expiration date as clear as the turquoise waters of his hometown. I told myself it was all a game, a performance, 'love is a game' But Ace... he wasn't playing. He loved me sincerity that scared me, a devotion that shatter the carefully built walls around my heart.

He gave up everything for me. He walked away from his vlogging empire, a future shinning with opportunities, the adoration of millions, even his family, all for a chance to be with me, someone who insisted love was a myth. He gave up the life that would have made any young man giddy, for a life... with me.

His name wasn't just a catchy moniker; it was a promise. Ace Jeremiah Con - a testament to his character. He was everything. He was patient, understanding, his warm love.

My 'almost real' felt real to him. His laughter echoed in my memory, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiles, the soft feel of his hand in mine. He was the sun, and I'd built a strong wall to just keep him out.

"I'm tired," was the final message I sent. Tired of the charade, tired of the walls I'd built, tired of pretending. My disappearing wasn't a choice; it was a desperate flight, a silent scream, I left, leaving behind a heart that finally knew what love meant, leaving behind Ace Jeremiah Con, the man who loved me enough to give up everything... and the one who showed me that maybe, just maybe, I had been wrong all along.

I hope our paths will re-connected someday.