Someday Love is Going to Make Sense

Someday Love is Going to Make Sense

I’ve known her since grade school. She is from the wealthy family, a famous family of business tycoons. But even so, she never chose friends by the same orientation as hers. A humble and conservative girl then defied my misconception on rich kids.

            We eventually became close friends when we reached the intermediate grades. We’ve been partners in some school events where we became much closer. Ordinary moments like free time in class and P.E. demonstrations allowed me to know more about her. I couldn’t believe at first that she was that approachable and so down-to-earth. She was very hands-on in experiencing new things that would make her an ordinary personality in school. With those deeds she had shown, I admired her even more.

            After graduation in grade school, she left Claveria, our hometown, to pursue high school in Manila. She entered an all-girl school, St. Mary’s College. During that time, we seldom had the chance to communicate with one another and even more depressing on my part, I rarely saw her. I missed her so much.

            Because of that, I then started knowing more about her family. I did even interview my mom about her parents. I knew that her father was my mom’s student from grade school to high school. That’s why there was a quite familiarity between our families. I even got close to her younger brother and that maintained my connection with their family. In all fairness, they were very hospitable and welcoming whenever I got the chance to be with them. Seemingly, I did every bit of effort just to suffice the longing I felt for her. Well that was when the spark of admiration flamed up to becoming a romantic one.

            Came college years – I wanted to enrol at CCA but because I knew that she was going to study at UST, I then took my slot at EDUC just to get closer to her that time. First day of classes – that actually broke my heart when I saw her with someone whom she introduced as her boyfriend. Well, that implied something: I could only be a friend to her and never would be a partner.

I tried to forget her, yes, by courting other women but I just couldn’t fool myself. Though it was always a painful unrequited love on my part, I couldn’t forget her. Actually, I am to blame still for I never expressed what I felt for her. I didn’t tell her that I love her and I didn’t even ask her consent to court her – so hopeless romantic.

As the cliché goes: “Love comes when you least expect it.” I still believe in love though, trusting that God will work in simple yet mystical way. I just need to be patient and faithful. I may not be in a relationship right now, but I am certain that unconditional love will come when God thinks I am now ready for it.