When fate comes into play choice sometimes goes out the window, and that I would be lucky if I ever experienced that type of true love. At the ripe old age of 13, I was very clear that love, like life, is about making choices. And fate has nothing to do with it. Everyone thinks it's so romantic, Romeo and Juliet, true love, how sad. If Juliet was stupid enough to fall for the enemy, drink the bottle of poison, and go to sleep in a mausoleum, she deserved whatever she got.
-Let it Be, Grey's Anatomy (Season 1)
If it was not for the bloggers whom you owe a lot of gratitude, you would be just home, staring at the wall that doesn't stare back. Soon that night you found yourself in Ayala. And it was raining.
How can life be so ironic than this? You laugh with friends genuinely yet deeper within, you are troubled. Storm is crushing your boat. Winds tearing your sail. You were there, drinking coffee with them and you are in somewhere else as well. You hate too much drama but this what you are becoming, the drama king. Too vulnerable and already too broken, you still decided to look happy that night wishing that somehow the stars will look down with favor at you. You were happy, friends make you happy.
But something else was in store for you that night.
On your way home, you saw him instantly, upon climbing up the bus going home, a tall good looking boy in his early twenties. He was wearing jacket and on his lap, a big sports bag. Balancing to find a good seat, your eyes betrayed you and looked at him. He was smiling, showing a set of beautiful teeth completely striking. You suddenly felt warm and remember Babit telling you minutes ago about his friends who met on a bus and has been a couple for several years now. You made a little wish that he was actually smiling at you. You hoped. And after many days and nights of nursing sadness, fireworks inside you exploded.
When Babit dropped off at Shaw, you were nervously furious. He was looking at you through the reflection on the glass window and you were looking back. He touched his crotch with his right and motioned his left signaling you to sit beside him. Very sweet.
We can find the ideal person in an ordinary or extraordinary way if we are willing to wait, you always say to your single friends.
You are not used to these kinds of introductions, I know of that for sure. Your heart was a hummingbird, it beats fast whenever you are excited. And this is not an ordinary exitement. This is an oxtraordinarily ordinary night. If this isn't fate, then it must be choice. After few minutes, you gave in. You sat beside him, held his hand and asked for his name. He showed his PRC card. The boy is an accountant.
"San baba mo?"
"Sa Tandang Sora, pauwi ako."
"Ah. Philcoa lang ako. Haha. Pasensya ha. Salamat na rin. It's not everyday that you meet someone in the bus like you."
You are a flirt. A slutty flirt. But it's fine honey, for all we do for love.
"It's my stop. Do you want to come over?" you said.
He didn't say yes or no. He just smiled with that commercial smile. You stood up and he did too, holding his bag with one hand and with the other, if my memory serves me right, your hand.
All the troubles and sadness went abay. Suddenly, you thought good things can really happen to those who wait. Even to those who wait in sadness, even to those who wait for long. The irony, all day you thought of staying home staring at the wall you filled with sweet and bitter words. In your mind, you thank the bloggers for forcing you.
So this is how boy meets boy.
That night, you slept together. Your bed was too small for two persons which made you think of all naughty things can be done in such a very limited sleeping space by two strangers. He embraced you until the morning and you wish this is the the boy you are looking and waiting for. The boy you can read your poems to, the boy who will listen to your silly stories, the boy you will choose to say all the cheesy lines from your favorite songs. For the first time ever, you felt very special. You translated it to love, a big flame of emotion from a complete stranger. After weeks of sadness you cannot identify, you had a break. You became happy again.
Destiny has nothing to do with you bringing this boy home. You played with chances, made your choice and called it fate and next thing you know, you leave everything else to grace.
Even now, I believe that for the most part, love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending...most of the time. And that sometimes, despite all your best choices and all your best intentions... fate wins anyway.
-Let it Be, Grey's Anatomy (Season 1)
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So finally... the story that was never told.
I love the beginning.
Kane
To slightly paraphrase Gusteau's ubiquitous motto; not everyone could be a great lover, but a great lover could come from anywhere. I will follow this blossoming tale with the gusto of a gourmand, and the anticipation and ginger excitement of a child.
may kakirehan palang naganap after ng cbtl. hindi ko man lang nalaman. hmpf! hahahaha. text mo ko asap! :))
Kane: Honey, grabe kaaaaa. Haha. Thanks, isn't it porny?
Red: Ay salamat! Nako, napressure ako magsulat. My old commentors are baaaaack.
Nox: Dad, nako kung alam mo lang. See you soon!
Napapangiti naman ako habang binabasa 'to. Hindi dahil ilang beses mo 'ko nabanggit sa post pero sa pag-asang puwede pa pala, at sa ideya ng isang paghihintay at pagdating. 'Yung totoo, nitong mga nakaraang araw ay parang nawawalan na 'ko ng gana maghintay - ang tagal na rin naman kasi pero eto ngayon ikaw - humihiyaw ang galak sa puso para sa isang paghihintay na naging matagumpay. Masaya ako para sa'yo. At siguro gaya mo, mas magiging matiyaga pa ako at hihintayin ang ibibigay ng langit sa akin. :D
Hindi lang pala tiyan ang nabusog pati puson este puso. Char! haha
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