Sunday, October 5, 2014

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Being busy with work the past few days helped me clear my head.

I realized there’s no point retelling this tale as there were no substantial twists that made it a bit more exciting - boy meets boy, they fell in love, they were happy (for a time), they fought (a lot, if I may say so), they separated.

End of story.

I take my portion of the blame. I have always admitted my faults.

Always.

If he is now in a relationship with someone he doesn't love, the fault was not mine. I did not make that choice. So don’t blame me.

Now I’m closing the last chapter of our book, setting it on fire.

Friday, September 19, 2014

A Sign of Things to Come

Did you know that on our first “date”, the bill we paid at the restaurant amounted to 666 Pesos? I guess it was a sign that we were doomed from the start. Then again, we ended up in a motel room somewhere so everything must be going well, right?

That was Monday night – exactly two days after we officially met. 

Monday, September 15, 2014

A Prelude to a Journey Back in Time

It doesn't matter how many break-ups you have had before. It always hurts like it's the first time. But time heals all wounds, they say. I say it's true, for some.

Did you know I'm friends with all my exes? Yes, all of them! Even Jason who I thought hurt me the most. It was no mean feat and definitely took time. How it happened? Because I never burn bridges.

Well, not until today.

Not until Bar.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Sometimes You Just Know

Definitely, I could not pick up where I left off.

A lot has happened in the last fifteen months - ups and downs and everything in between. I would have kept silent about them. After all, I'm used to keeping things to myself. Believe me, only a fraction has been written on these pages. But I guess, when one has few avenues to relay his thoughts, the subconscious mind will find a way to get it out of his system. Hence, this entry.

I thought the story of John Stan has already ended. It was a story of successes and failures, of love and hate, of falling down and standing up again, of making mistakes and learning from them. Most importantly, it was a story of hope.

But I do not own this story alone.

I see them in all the people who have seen and experienced this part of my life. I see them in readers who reached out. I see them in friends I have met on my journeys. I see them in lovers I have shared a piece of my heart.

I am the sum of all these experiences.

I am the totality of all my choices in life.

I could change. I might. 

But it will not be because of someone else. That choice is mine alone.

And when you embrace me, it's not just the true, the good and the beautiful. You have to embrace the darkness that comes with it.

It's either all of me or none at all.

It does not really entail a lot of thinking. It does not need proof nor evidence. You just believe.

Because sometimes you just know.