My dreams when I was a kid was to be a hero like FPJ, killing Japanese invaders and other bad guys, and to marry someone as beautiful as Liberty Ilagan. The first dream was just a mere fantasy. Fortunately the second dream came true. Too pretty. too tall , why would she pay attention to someone like me ? But like a storybook romance I started to make her smile, then laugh at my jokes, and then melt her heart with my words. The once dream became a reality and the real challenge was keeping it from becoming a nightmare.
That was 33 years ago. Age has taken away some of her beauty. I sometimes forget how beautiful she was but it doesn't take long for me to remember. Love hasn't waned. One heart, one love, one life - its the simplest recipe for a happy life. I just pretend that our life is a movie. my role to keep her happy and hers was simply to play the role of the leading lady, willing to go wherever, whatever, whenever, and forever. We both were the old romantic type, against all odds, two imperfect lovers trying to live a perfect life. Impossible ? I guess so, but there's nothing wrong with wishing to live happily ever after ...
She never read what I write, except the love letters and the poem I made when I was courting her. She joked that whenever she feel that she made a mistake, all she had to do was to take a peek at her drawer and she would remember the days when love was blind. I guess that's the reason why I have to keep whispering sweet nothings to her ears so as not to break the spell. We all start thinking that love will never end, but as reality sets in, it will rock the very foundation of a happy marriage. Like a campfire, to keep the fire burning the firewoods must not be spaced too near each other for little air would come in. Same with a shared life, there must be spaces between your togetherness.
I don't remember seeing the moon as bright as it was when she said she love me too. Its easy to fall in love with a beautiful woman but it was a bit hard to believe that someone like her would love someone like me. The first half of my life I lived so recklessly, aimlessly ... so I thought this girl must be crazy ! I wrote a poem that bared my soul, love letters that said what was deep inside of me, and yet I acted clumsily whenever I was with her. Maybe its what they call destiny for I could only ask my self how could this be. The first 2 years were a bit rocky, but after identifying the villains, mowing down the bad guys was easy.
Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit. Love alone cannot bring food to the table. There are bills to pays and there are some people who comes between the two of you. Unexpected things happen and some problems will test the relationship. But as the saying goes, "All the water in the ocean cannot sink a ship unless the water get inside it." It may sound difficult but there are problems and there are "real problems". The first can be solved easily when you understand each other and once solved will never cause a "real" problem. As you grow older, its no longer what happens, its how you handle things together.
My definition of happiness is simple. Only happy memories are to be stored. The bad times ... a little bit of patience will turn them into good times. You have no control about the wind and the waves when you' are on a boat but you can adjust the sail. When the storm had passed, you can smile about them. Happy thoughts never leave a smiling idiot. Laughter always visit the crazy lovers and most of all, tears of joy never depart from romantic fools. Dreams last when you don't wake up ...and unlike your favorite movies, you cannot download it and later play it back. But dreams could be kept inside your heart. Its just a matter of perception but for two people wanting to keep the fire going, their perception is their reality.
Past loves never interfere with the present love if the memories only dwell in a faithful heart. Its a feeling, a part of our romantic nature for how could you teach your heart to stop loving someone who has stopped loving you. To be honest about it, they at times jump into your reveries. But memories are just like beautiful flowers you pass by when you're driving down the memory lane - just don't stop the car, pass them by. You can write about them, use them as inspiration for like villains in a movie, they define the character of the hero lover - for how can you know the value of gold if you no other metals to compare it to.
That was 33 years ago. Age has taken away some of her beauty. I sometimes forget how beautiful she was but it doesn't take long for me to remember. Love hasn't waned. One heart, one love, one life - its the simplest recipe for a happy life. I just pretend that our life is a movie. my role to keep her happy and hers was simply to play the role of the leading lady, willing to go wherever, whatever, whenever, and forever. We both were the old romantic type, against all odds, two imperfect lovers trying to live a perfect life. Impossible ? I guess so, but there's nothing wrong with wishing to live happily ever after ...
She never read what I write, except the love letters and the poem I made when I was courting her. She joked that whenever she feel that she made a mistake, all she had to do was to take a peek at her drawer and she would remember the days when love was blind. I guess that's the reason why I have to keep whispering sweet nothings to her ears so as not to break the spell. We all start thinking that love will never end, but as reality sets in, it will rock the very foundation of a happy marriage. Like a campfire, to keep the fire burning the firewoods must not be spaced too near each other for little air would come in. Same with a shared life, there must be spaces between your togetherness.
I don't remember seeing the moon as bright as it was when she said she love me too. Its easy to fall in love with a beautiful woman but it was a bit hard to believe that someone like her would love someone like me. The first half of my life I lived so recklessly, aimlessly ... so I thought this girl must be crazy ! I wrote a poem that bared my soul, love letters that said what was deep inside of me, and yet I acted clumsily whenever I was with her. Maybe its what they call destiny for I could only ask my self how could this be. The first 2 years were a bit rocky, but after identifying the villains, mowing down the bad guys was easy.
Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit. Love alone cannot bring food to the table. There are bills to pays and there are some people who comes between the two of you. Unexpected things happen and some problems will test the relationship. But as the saying goes, "All the water in the ocean cannot sink a ship unless the water get inside it." It may sound difficult but there are problems and there are "real problems". The first can be solved easily when you understand each other and once solved will never cause a "real" problem. As you grow older, its no longer what happens, its how you handle things together.
My definition of happiness is simple. Only happy memories are to be stored. The bad times ... a little bit of patience will turn them into good times. You have no control about the wind and the waves when you' are on a boat but you can adjust the sail. When the storm had passed, you can smile about them. Happy thoughts never leave a smiling idiot. Laughter always visit the crazy lovers and most of all, tears of joy never depart from romantic fools. Dreams last when you don't wake up ...and unlike your favorite movies, you cannot download it and later play it back. But dreams could be kept inside your heart. Its just a matter of perception but for two people wanting to keep the fire going, their perception is their reality.
Past loves never interfere with the present love if the memories only dwell in a faithful heart. Its a feeling, a part of our romantic nature for how could you teach your heart to stop loving someone who has stopped loving you. To be honest about it, they at times jump into your reveries. But memories are just like beautiful flowers you pass by when you're driving down the memory lane - just don't stop the car, pass them by. You can write about them, use them as inspiration for like villains in a movie, they define the character of the hero lover - for how can you know the value of gold if you no other metals to compare it to.
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