"On a spinning ball in the middle of space
I love you from your toes to your face."-- Train, If It's Love
Love. It's been a while. I already forgot how it feels. I thought it will be like magic, butterflies in the stomach, and bells ringing in the background. Turned out, it was more like wobbly manholes, charades, and false alarms. Those who seem to have figured it out do not really have any sage advice or secret formula to share. They all talk cryptic, like "you just know..." Those who seem to have given up are secretly wishing their horoscope would be right -- that love will happen to them when they least expect it -- and probably feigning jadedness.
I trust that you are still out there. Probably also looking in the wrong places, searching for signs in the form of coincidences, second guessing if you are worthy. John Mayer said that we could be searching all our days, but we are not sure who we are looking for. "I could have met you in a sandbox. I could have passed you on the sidewalk." No one knows. It's up to you and me. We need not worry though; the universe will conspire.
Take your sweet time, because no one is really in a hurry here. Except probably my parents, who are in the twilight of their lives and are (strangely) still rooting for you. I mean, how could you give up if you have already won the home turf?
Can we agree that when we find each other, we will not judge each other's past, we will choose each other every day, and we will include each other in our plans? Can we agree that if we never find each other, we will continue to believe in the possibility of "one day"?
You know, at night, when I am lonely, I whisper to the universe, "Kung hindi mo man ibigay saken mahal ko, sana ibigay mo sa kanya yung mahal nya, para at least isa sa'men masaya."
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