One time, we went to his hometown with our friends. We stayed there for about four days, basking in the warm rays of sunshine, taking pleasure in our escape from the rigors of work. We went to the beach, frolicked with the waves that seemed to wash our troubles away. But best of all, I had the time of my life, with him by my side. I was the center of his attention. And I enjoyed that immensely, reciprocating his attention with gracious affection. That short idyll seemed eternity. As corny as it may sound, if ever that was a dream, I don't want to wake up anymore. But as with dreams, all have its ending, and mine was beginning to take its final bow.
He has always considered me as a younger sister he never had. A harmless, no-strings-attached relationship. That I know from the start. But the heart is more powerful than the mind. No matter how hard I tried, my heart can only tell me that he is the one that you will never have. And I am left in silent suffering.
They said once in your life, you would encounter a person that would become a great part of your life. HE is the ONE. When I am with him, it is as if I have thrusted aside all my troubles. When he holds my hand, everything around me is beautiful. His embrace is my shield to the world's imperfections.
(to be continued...)
But I realized that things just don't come as you would want it to be, as you dream it to be. Maybe it's just not meant for you, or there is something more that you deserve. Somewhat of a cliche, but true.
Right now, he has found the girl of his dreams. I know her, because she is also one of my treasured friends, and they have been friends since God knows when. I know he is happy now. And I am comforted, for I know he got what he deserved: the love of his life.
