"Our LOVE in our LIFETIME"

It's been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime. Yet, it's said that we need each of these loves for a different reason.

Often our first is when we are young, high school even. It's the idealistic love; the one that seems like the fairy tales we are all read as children.

It's a love that looks right.

The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved. Sometimes it's unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even.

It's the love that we wished was right.

And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually comes dressed as all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be.

It's the love that just feels right.

Maybe we don't all experience these loves in this lifetime; but perhaps that's just because we aren't ready to. Possibly maybe we need a whole lifetime to learn or maybe if we're lucky it only takes a few years.

And there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath. Someone once told me they are the lucky ones; and perhaps they are.

But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.

They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.

But there's not; it's just a matter of if someone loves in the same way that they do or not.

And maybe there's something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second...but there's also just something about our third.

The one we never see coming.

The one that actually lasts.

The one that shows us why it never worked out before.

And it's that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you'll stumble into love.

-- Repost (Adapted)

Notes On Gratitude

"When people got used to be comforted when they wallowed on their pains, they forget that the blanket that covers them gets worn out and get ripped into threads. But they never really noticed, 'til the thread snaps leaving the blanket into strain of threads...and then they have none."

I got those words from my BFF a couple of months back. That was when she was downtrodden after she felt that the people to whom she devoted a lot of time and energy with, and not to mention resources, seemed to have left her at the time she felt so weak, so helpless, and so alone.

She was their little big sister, their confidant, their defender, their crying shoulder. She stood by them when everyone else didn't and stayed with them til they grew their own wings and was able to fly. And so they did. And then there's none but her.

"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us." ~ Albert Schweitzer
 
People get to be too complacent with their security blankets. They dwell too much on the thought that they have something, or someone, to turn to to alleviate their worries, failures, disappointments and pains, So much so that often times, they lose touch of their self-esteem and their capacity to see and do things alone...just by themselves. And once they got the best of themselves, once they learned the ropes of life, the blanket is left of no use...often left taken for granted or worse, discarded.

How many of us remember that teacher in our grade school who went out of her way and schedules just to make sure you understand your lessons? How about that old neighbor who never gets tired of listening to your stories, no matter how far-fetched they may be just so you'll be kept company because your parents aren't home yet? How about that classmate from whom you owe your homework, projects, and even answers on your exam? That P.A. or secretary or utility in your office, have you given them anything to appreciate their effort of being your "shock absorber" during stressful moments in your office?

Never forget to acknowledge even the littlest of efforts that people has done for you. It doesn't mean that we have to be indebted or be obliged to return that goodness. At least, the thought of us appreciating their efforts and at some point being there for them when they need a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, or even minutes of undivided attention would be a big thing...and just maybe, much more than you think it will be.

"Poems, pictures, mem'ries..." (Sonnet I)

Laid 'neath that old box
Was what once thy song --
      A sweet, sweet melody gone wrong,
      A lyrical touch
      That Eros hath played...
Now a coffin where thine heart laid.

Scented sobriquets,
loving thoughts penned thee --
      With tears, a dream, once us I see,
      Eyes that defy time
      Smiles that're immortal...
Yours is a mem'ry so gentle.

'Neath dust and cobwebs
Lay black an' whites, too --
      To remind of then "US" so true,
      Ol' Ms. Dest'ny danced
      Oh, her feet faltered...
Now Love's thine rose autumn withered.

A pinch in the heart
That's all mem'ries bring --
       A song that won't cease echoing,
       S'long as time walks
       An' one's heart ne'er sleeps...
The Pain heals but the mem'ries LIVES!

"Foolish Heart"

Snow came trickling in the mid-summer sky...
Time stood still, Silence is deafening
As you said the word, "Goodbye".

Just when my world, that the rainbow has clothed...
Have found its life, and put a smile to existence
You ended with the letter you wrote.

Why does it have to end, why must it start anew...
Why must there dusk, then in the morning a dawn
For me to know that it's just isn't you?

The pain that my life has endured the day that you left...
Now stand as a thorn, that grows with the vine
The vine of mem'ries that in my lonely heart crept.

Now I have nothing but pictures and love letters...
To be reminded of once you and me
For in my heart I know, LOVE is all that matters!

Or is it? Perhaps...perhaps not.

 “Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!” — William S. Gilbert

"Just Another Excerpt..."

I heard her voice...

A call

From five thousand miles

Does it matter

That it isn't about us.

It's not with what was said...

Just the voice

It's enough...

      To make me smile

      To make my heart

           skip a beat again

      To send shivers

           of longing...

           of needing...

           of hurting.

Questions echoed

Bellowing from within

Is it not over

After endless adieus

After the last tear

That was shed.

NO.

It's far from over.

The curtain did not close.

Just another verse...

Just another refrain...

Just another excerpt

From my ode of endless LOVE.

“People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don’t. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut’s long gone, the pain still lingers.” — Grey’s Anatomy

Of the rain, of memories, and YOU

"It’s been awhile since I walked and bathed in the rain. I miss the innocence it brings…the smell of damp earth in the air and the sensuous feel of raindrops on my skin…it made me feel like a child again. The rain is my gateway to funfilled child memories. And now the rain branded you…and the kiss we shared along the avenue. I’m looking forward to more rainy days with you." 


Yes. The rain branded you. The once simple, meaningless drizzle now whispers your name and the raindrops embraces me like you did as it wets me and consumes my warmth. 


Indeed, it's not the years that proves how deep the relationship is. It's about the smile that radiates in each lover's face each time they're together that seem to brighten up their day. It's about the essence of every moment that the couple is sharing--whether it may be shared on a romantic evening or scorching mid-day sun, may it be shared simply or lavishly, in a plush restaurant or a simple park bench, in private or in a gathering--any way, anytime, anywhere doesn't really matter except the fact that they're together. It's about the depth of that LOVE they are sharing that knows no boundaries, no limitations, no questions, and no if's and but's. It's what they have that makes this happen and it's all they really need.


You're no longer  here now. No longer here to share with me those walks, those romantic interludes, the rain. But the rain now signifies all that you were, all that we shared, all that we had. It may not have counted years but so long as there are raindrops, the memories will not end...the Love will not fade...you will not be forgotten.


Can I still wish for more rainy days with you? Maybe. With or without you, every raindrop will bring everything back...it will bring YOU back...and will hide what wasn't there before--these tears.

"Maybe I can't stop the downpour, but I will always join you for a walk in the rain." ~ Unknown