It was summer of 2004 when I first met a guy named Martin. He is extremely handsome with statuesque physique. We became friends and did become lovers. We were enjoying each others company hanging out, doing adventures just like most lovers do. We promised to love each other. That I’m the woman and he’s the man I will marry. Our relationship went on smoothly for years. It was on our second year in college when my parents decided that I will continue my studies in manila. We settle each other through text and calls. Due to our long distance relation just like most relationship, it didn’t work out. He needed someone who can stay with him and can give him everything and it wasn’t me, which really hurts me. We lost communication but I’m still holding on to our promises of forever.
Six years had gone so fast, here I am ready to face what I left hoping there’s still someone waiting for me, which I hope he would. Six years and yet he’s still the one I long for. I know I hadn’t moved on yet because if I did I should have boyfriends after him.
The place where we used to stay were no longer the same as before, renovations had changed the place a lot. In fact, I could vaguely recognize it anymore. The place had become more beautiful, flowers were grown beautifully.
As I continue roaming around I pass by a beautiful garden. The garden I dreamed of having it as the venue on my wedding day. It’s very beautiful designed with my favorite white rose and a red carpet on the aisle. Just when I thought “There’s a wedding I should watch”. The wedding was fancy and elegant. People were very happy for the couple. They were all happy and smiles all over their face. I settle myself sitting at the back seat just not to distract anyone. The wedding started. I look at the altar; the groom was extremely handsome with statuesque physique in his black tuxedo which really suits him a lot. Wearing his beautiful smile as he look at his bride. I look at the girl and I didn’t notice I was in tears. She was very lucky wishing I was in her place. The man she was about to marry is the same man I yearn for, the man who caught my heart 6 years ago but never will be mine again. Not tomorrow, not anymore. I ran as fast as I could to leave the ceremony quietly. I went to the beach and cried rivers of tears. That was it. He’s getting married and I don’t have anything to do about it. All the years I waited for him was just in vain. He already forgot all our promises.
I hate to turn up out the blue uninvited but I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it and I hope you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded that for me. It isn’t over. Never mind I’ll find someone like you. I wish nothing but best for you too. Don’t forget me I beg I remember you said. Sometimes it last in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
P.S. I’m still waiting for God’s perfect man. :D
thanks for reading. this isn’t a true story, this is just a product of my imagination. love.love.love <3>
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