Since I was a little girl, I had a plan. I wanted to find a
guy who will I connect to and have a long term relationship with (more or less
10 years) until I am 28—‘coz then, I would already have a good career at
some point, pursued medicine (or law), have a savings account and investment,
learned how to cook… Then we get married, have twins, and be a full time
devoted mom and wife. I just had to find the guy who would agree to this plan I
laid out. And I found him at a young age of 19.
He was amazing. The moment I saw him after a very long time,
my heart skipped a beat. And my mind told to me, “We shall have him”. And me
being me, I could really be determined to get what I want. But I was appalled when
he showed affection to me first, hitting me with cheesy pickup lines he got
from a movie. I had to research pickup lines to match up with him. He was
giving me mixed signals, but I learned that he likes me for sure when he said: “Why
are you always so noisy in the ER (we are nurses), do you want me to seal your
lips with mine?” Boom. What can a lady say in response to that?
No formal courtship like the society dictated. We started
dating at once. He proposed marriage to me on the 3rd day we were
dating with the plastic ring he pulled out from D5LRS IV bottle. And I said
yes.
He treated me like a queen. Pampered me with love, care,
devotion... And I was lucky, ‘coz in his eyes I am always beautiful and I am
treasured. The best thing is? We were totally different but he did his best to
keep up with my temperamental, restless spirit. But we fight, oh god, we really
know how to fight. At some point some people may describe our relationship as
consuming and toxic. We fight as passionately as we loved each other but we always
made up and looking towards our future lives together. Until…
Distance happened. I had to pursue my dreams despite him not
really liking it. Then our views of the
future were not the same anymore… and another love found him. Another love who
will always be there and the love that he needed.
To you, this is not a cry for attention or me trying to get
back to you. It is my way of saying thank you for being the guy who waited for
me, who looked at the future I had planned out with starry eyes and planned to
fulfill it. Just know that I am missing how you tried to like the things I
like, watch the movies I wanted, went to spa with me 'coz I am addicted to it,
dined out frequently even if you are not used to it because this lady has a
huge appetite but wouldn’t bother to cook. Thank you for everything, especially
the friendship and being my rock whenever I lost. I always thought I changed a
lot for you, but you changed a lot for me too. Thank you for putting me into a
pedestal and letting me know the love I truly deserve. I am now 28-- the age
when I must be getting married already according to the “plan”—I have my
career, haven’t pursued medicine yet but still planning, have a savings account
and investment at least, learning how to cook my favorite meals, but I am still looking. I am happy you found yours.
And until I saw the one, our love story will still be my favorite.
