It’s been a long time since I first confessed my feelings for her. I still remembered that it was exactly 12:00 midnight. None of my efforts was a waste. She accepted me wholly. We were about to face the tough challenges in our lives together. Every breath I took, and every move I made. My life became worthy back then.
Our first six months was going fine. It felt like we were linked together as one. She was the most beautiful and the most gorgeous girl for me. She was incomparable with any girl in the world. That was how I was attracted to her. Even though I am not that good-looking, she saw me as one of them. Additionally, he saw me as a nice person inside and out. She was the first one who saw my true colors, since my parents did not even know much about my character. We really loved each other. We dedicated time for only the both of us.
One of the days that I will never forget was that Saturday when we went out for a dinner. Our happiness together filled the place. We felt like it was our time that night. When the romantic music played, we joined the other couples who took up the open spaces. It was very romantic that time. Love was indeed in the air.
Times had passed. We were very happy being together. I thought we were inseparable. However, our winds blew reversely on us, when our seventh month was approaching.
I never expected it to happen. She revealed the truth to me, in the midst of midnight of my birthday.
“I’m still in a relationship, when you confessed my feelings to me. I just felt sorry for you, since my friends told me that you are that willing to devote on me. I’m sorry…”
I really didn’t know what to say in that short span of time. I was really shocked. That happiness, that made me think that there was nothing that could come between us… that nothing, even death, would separate us…
In that span of time, I turned out to be like a robot. I did not cry nor didn’t I felt sorry. I didn’t felt sad, either.
That moment sank deep within me after some time. Instead of just wondering how my life was wasted, I took it as a tough lesson.
“Nothing lasts forever.”
Even relationships do not last forever.
Moving on takes time. It is like you are recovering yourself from paralysis.
Times had passed, when I had moved on, there is this feeling that I am ready to be engaged in love again. The question is, will I find my “the one” in this second time, or I will undergo so many heartbreaks before I could find my “the one”.
Where could I find her? When could I find her? Will I ever find her?