Nothing has changed. The story I tell is still the same. It starts when I first saw him, then continues to the time we first became friends. It ends there, yet, it does not. As our friendship grows, I add more chapters to my story. They may seem insignificant to others but, when you love, every little detail is amplified. The sound of his laugh, the color of his eyes, the movement of his lips… yes, everything is more alive, more vivid. I can still tell you exactly how it felt when he first held my hand. I can still tell you how beautiful it was experiencing our first sunrise together. I can still tell you how lost I felt when I finally accepted that he could never love me the way I wanted him to.
True, this is a story of unrequited love. But it is also a story about a different kind of love… a love between very good friends. I cannot say that I do not want him to fall for me but the truth is, I am happy with what we have now. There is trust, respect, and genuine concern for each other. There is comfort and a sense of belonging, and the knowledge that you can always depend on each other when life gets a little rough. The romantic in me still screams for something more but, I am not ready to trade this wonderful friendship for something as evanescent as romance.
People find it strange that at my age I still do not have a boyfriend. They seem to think that getting into a romantic relationship is the only way you can experience love to the fullest. I disagree. Love is love, and if you surrender to it, you do not need the other person to reciprocate it in order to feel its power. Love makes no demands. It has no obligations, no expectations.
This is not your typical love story where a man meets a woman and they fall in love. This is a story about a silly girl’s infatuation that developed into something as wonderful, and as pure as love. But more importantly, this is a story about a beautiful friendship that grew out of that love, giving comfort in times of loneliness and despair.
This is my story.
you are the best writer i know. ever. and i am proud to be your friend.
i love you edz.
i miss the old times.
hope to spend more time with you again, kahit sa ym lang. =]
wow, that praise means a lot, especially from you! i love you, too, friend! i promise, next time i go home i’ll drop by your house.
cross my heart =)