“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.”—Audrey Hepburn
Greetings, everyone! This is mswhimsical, and today I want to share a unique chapter of my life—the story of how I encountered someone who profoundly influenced me.
When I was young, during my carefree summer breaks, I eagerly anticipated the arrival of May, a month filled with exciting events like the cherished "Flores de Mayo" celebration hosted by our community church. Every year, without fail, I make it a point to participate in this event. Engaging in this event evokes a sense of returning to a learning setting where our catechists provide teachings on various events from the Bible.
To me, taking part in this activity wasn't solely about receiving free items; it was also an opportunity to acquire new knowledge and build connections with a diverse group of people.
Throughout this event, I first encountered Jeannmazing (she is the girl wearing a pink t-shirt), consistently accompanied by her cousins and neighbors as they made their way to the chapel.
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"Flores de Mayo" took nearly a month, but it ended with me learning a lot and making new friends.
Several years later, when I reached high school, I found out that M.G. was also enrolled there. I thought that the years that had passed and the fact that I was still young during our initial encounter meant he had forgotten about me, but I was wrong. (For everyone's awareness, we live in the same barangay, but we didn't interact much as we attended different schools.)
M.G. and I became friends since he frequently passed by our house before arriving at his own, and I always went with him to and from school.
After completing junior high, my parents enrolled me in a private school, and I assumed our paths wouldn't cross again.
Almost two years had passed when my friends and I decided to spend time together, and I coincidentally encountered him at the mall where he was employed.
Since that day, we've been in constant communication, and whenever I'm with my friends, he's there too. I've become incredibly familiar with his presence, and to sum it up, our friendship transformed into a romantic relationship.
Despite our hectic schedules, physical distance rarely separated us, as we always found ways to maintain our connection.
From senior high until now, he has remained by my side through the challenges and joys. Exhaustion never served as a justification to part ways. Instead, we opted to persevere because our happiness lies in each other.
There were instances when exhaustion crept in, tempting thoughts of freedom from his demands, jealousy, and assertiveness. However, upon reflection, the realization dawned that freedom might come at the cost of happiness. Hence, amidst doubts, our relationship continued to thrive. Weariness never dictated our decisions; we consciously chose to stay together, finding fulfillment in each other.
I thought of putting our story on a blog because this month is extra special for us, as it marks the beginning of our tangled journey together.
Our relationship may not be perfect, but we still choose each other despite the challenges. I am thankful to the Lord for giving me someone who accepts me for who I am. To those who constantly doubt their loved ones, always think about why you loved that person in the first place. It's natural to feel tired, but if you just focus on the happy days you've spent together, all the exhaustion and worries truly disappear.
This signals the conclusion of my blog. Until the next entry, Hivers, bye.
