“I was your cure, and you were my disease. I was saving you,
but you were killing me.” -unknown
I was 16 when I first fell in
love. Let’s call him John (not his real name) and for me he’s my one great
love. For a time, he was my everything. His world was my world. I was a slave
of the thought that if I do things for him, I am doing it for my betterment. In
fact, I studied very well because I want to prove to my family that John was
not a distraction, rather an inspiration for me to excel.
Many things happened during my
college days and when I finally graduated, I got a taste of freedom. I felt
entitled for some autonomy, like a bird extending her wings ready to fly. I had
to take the board exam then, so I reviewed extensively with the hopes of
passing the licensure as my ticket to employment, self-actualization, and of
course a warrant to be in a relationship with John. How I wanted to tell the
world that he’s my boyfriend and I loved him.
What I thought was a perfect
relationship and a perfect plan turned out to be flawed. The world I created
with John was no more paradise. He cheated on me for another woman and I was
left with no choice but to give way because there was a baby involved. For a time,
I fought for him. I forgave him. Looking back, I wonder if I really loved him
or I was just too consumed with the hopes of having my first love as my last.
Why do we have to fall in love
with the wrong one before meeting our genuine and mature love? Why do
we have a TOTGA (The One That Got Away)? Why can’t we just meet the one we will end
up with forever?
Oftentimes, we hurry up on
things. I didn’t like John at first. For me he was too dark and too tall. He’s
my cousin’s best friend and I find him old, although he’s just 3 years my
senior. I was rooting for another guy, then. But unfortunately, that guy didn’t
even notice me, so I settled for John who was starting to make his move. I got
thrilled with the idea of having someone who’d appreciate you and would see
your worth as a person. I was a hopeless romantic. I was looking for someone who
will make me feel loved. I did fall in love. We started building our dreams together.
I really thought I would end up with him. Until that one fateful night when he
told me he got someone impregnated. I was so stunned and devastated. Imagine
building a sand castle for hours and seeing the wave annihilate it. You want to
save what’s left of it but deep down you know there’s nothing you can do to
stop the rumbling wave.
What can we learn from this?
In life and love, we must be
wise. Yes, I put much effort building that sand castle, but I was not a
wise builder. I made it too close from the shore when I knew that the wave would
reach it. Being in a relationship isn’t everything. Maybe I fell for him
because I just didn’t want to be alone, and I figured, well this is good
enough. You should never settle for good enough, because you’ll certainly end
up on missing out the right man for you because you’ll be too preoccupied
trying to force something that’s never going to work, in the first place.
In every ending, there’s a corresponding
beginning. I like beginnings because it gives you hope. Hope that
broken things can be fixed. That broken things are still beautiful. You
can get over a broken heart. Of course, it’s horrible at first, and you’re not
sure if you’ll ever get over it. But you always do, and that alone can make you
stronger, discerning, and more optimistic for the future. You will be a better person.
You know what you don’t want from the experience. You think you know what you
do and do not want, but sometimes it takes experiencing something to know for certain
that it’s not for you. You learn from mistakes. You learn where you went wrong
so you don’t make the same mistakes next time.
Get over the wrong one and be
prepared for the right one. Have a new heart. A heart that is pure and ready to
love again. Just a thought, if you can love the wrong one that much, imagine
how much you can love the right one. 😊
xoxo,
Beverly
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