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| (C) Lovewaits |
It was the first time I get to stalk someone else. When he would steer his notebook on his index finger, the only thing he would bring to school aside from his pen. He would put gel on his hair every teenage boys does on highschool days. I love to steal stares on his dark eyes. That's when I realized that beauty and brain is a fact. I proved it true that butterflies could survive in your stomach whenever I would open his love letters, with dictionary by my side. That's when I also realized how poor I was in grammar. I was the luckiest to be his girl. I fell inlove with Mr. Perfect.
So they say that love is good, but love is not easy. I had the taste of my first heart break.
So came another one. And because I knew how hard bouncing back from a break-up was, I've been more cautious. Cautious not to fall inlove with my best friend who've been there all along. I'm the first to read the poems he would compose, thinking that it was meant for someone else. Or so I thought when he disclosed one day, out of our confrontations, that it was for me. They say that friendship is the best foundation of any relationship. If that is true, then I could have mistaken that I've fallen inlove with Mr. Right.
The coffee in my table started to cool down from my typing and deleting. It's not Thursday for throwbacks but the night compelled me down the lane of bittersweet memories. But that was it. Memories.
I learned a hard-earned lesson when I went on a blind date some years ago. When we met, he was sort of shorter than me, faster to hold my hand when we were inside the movie house. I phoned my sister to rescue me out of the situation I promised I'll never do again.
It's when I learned to wait.
Because life will give us people who will teach us to redefine our views of Mr. Perfect and Mr. Right. Heartaches go with it. Expect moments of abyss. When it feels like doubting. When nights are unforgiving. When details are disappointing. When the pieces doesn't seem to fit.
Because Mr. Perfect doesn't necessarily be your Mr. Right. And accept that Mr. Right doesn't have to be perfect.
On the other part of the world, someone is sleeping soundly. And how I wish I was there staring at him, touching his face, pinching his nose and soothing it after with a soft kiss. Someone who defies distance. Someone who defies time. He could have been Mr. Perfect, and Mr. Right.
But I believe most in Right Moment. In God's Best.
