..to the end, love searches..

(c) Naked Truth About Literature

Isabelle went to their meeting place. But Bonifacio was not there. Their lives were changed...forever.

She admired how he plays guitar with proficiency. He admired how beautiful she was in those slender dress. Being an undergraduate, and her, being a licensed Pharmacist, at the start, their worlds are set apart. Born to be a man of intelligence hindered by poverty, he worked to earn a decent living. That, captured her heart. But not of her family. And yet, love as mysterious at it is, provoked them to face the world against all odds. She carried his child out of marriage. She was disowned by her family who has a prominent name in the society. They set off a plan to meet. On that afternoon of hope, while Isabelle was there waiting, Bonifacio failed to show up...

And so Isabelle, in her pregnant state remained with her parents until she gave birth to a baby girl. She named her Linda, after Bonifacio's sister. Macario, the man whom she had always turned down over her love for Bonifacio persistently win her despite having a child out of wedlock. He married her. In those times when her life was set right, Isabelle still communicate with Bonifacio's sister. Until one day, it just stopped...

It was around Christmas time when  a car stopped by our gate. A woman on her 30's is looking for my Lola Linda. She introduced herself. Her name is Linda, her mother is Isabelle. I was there when my grandmother hugged her tight, while Linda was crying. Isabel is now in her old age, and never save a photo of Bonifacio. Linda came to see a picture of his father whom she never met her whole life. And the message of Isabelle, whose love for him never grew weary all those years. Despite being married to the man who loves her. Despite of everything.

When Linda left, it puzzled me how Bonifacio was so insensitive to just let her go. When she was ready to leave everything behind. When she defied the rules out of love. My grandmother told me that sometimes, lessons in life are being taught by just one single act.  Maybe, in another lifetime, they will see each other again. Maybe.

To the end,  true love searches. I saw one that day.

How come I won't, Bonifacio is my grandfather.