I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back. I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. I’ve learned that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me, if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. Many times I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. I get up each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you. I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in movies? Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh how I wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers! to all my questions.
I still keep your messages on my phone. I don’t want to delete it for some reason. I still read them whenever I’m lonely. It makes me feel like you’re still here with me. Every word that you said keeps on haunting me.
Those late night walks with you, the places that we’ve been to, our conversations, our adventures, the time that we spent together, your laugh, your smile, it will always have a place in my heart. It once made me the happiest person. You once made me feel like I’m the most special girl in the world.
I was born and raised in a Catholic family. I have a grandmother who is a nun and an uncle who is a priest. I attended a catholic school since grade one until college but it does not make me a religious person. I don’t attend Sunday mass unless there is a school activity and we are required to attend. I only pray if I want to and most of the time if I need to ask God for something. I knew God existed and I do believe in Him but I never have a personal relationship with God.