Hello March
Before the start of new year, I was wishing of a happy and memorable twenty-twelve. Yet nothing has been memorable, except the fact that I’ve spent a week in Mindoro, which is really something special and dramatic in some ways. Yes, dramatic, because I remember one time when I was walking alone along the shore during sunset, and I can’t help wishing to myself that my boyfriend was there with me. I was imagining all these possible scenarios in my head like holding hands and cuddling with him. But he’s not there.
The past two months are nothing but just strangers that passed me by. Although there were ecstatic moments that I still remember, I would say that it lasts. Happiness somehow remain existent but it gently dies. It is a block of ice that eventually melts, I would say. My love life is under construction. We are on the rough road as of the moment, and I don’t even know what the score is between us. Today is supposedly our 19th-month celebration of our love but we chose to give each other a time and space. My love for this man is never-ending. I guess we need more time to think about our personal lives.
There were times that I’m too emotional. Sometimes I found myself swimming in the sea of poignancy. And sometimes I prefer to just stay in bed and listen to a loud sound of music. Even more, I formulate courses of actions that I’d like to do in the future most specially, to travel.
Well, Hello March! Hello summer! And hello to upcoming hot weather again. It’s not too late, because life has so much to offer. I’m expecting not a lot this March, but a lot this twenty-twelve. I know that the best things are yet to come, specially for those people who waits.