SOME GOOD THINGS NEVER LAST

PART TWO OF  DOES TRUE LOVE ONLY HAPPEN ONCE?

DAYS PASSED BY AND DAYS BECAME WEEKS AND WEEKS BECAME MONTHS AND I WAS HAPPY. AT LAST I KNEW WHAT LOVE IS. 

LOVE WAS WHEN I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING AND HAS A SMILE IN MY LIPS. IT WAS WHEN I WENT TO SCHOOL AND CAN’T WAIT FOR CLASS TO FINISH SO I CAN SEE YOU AGAIN OR HEAR YOUR VOICE OVER THE PHONE. IT’S WHEN I INTENTIONALLY SKIPPED A MEAL SO THAT I WOULDN’T BE LYING WHEN I TELL YOU I HAVEN’T HAD FOOD YET SO YOU COULD PLEAD FOR ME TO EAT. IT’S WHEN I WAS HAPPY JUST HOLDING THE TELEPHONE IN MY EARS, EACH OF US SAYING NOTHING FOR HOURS. JUST KNOWING THAT YOU’RE THERE ON THE OTHER END OF THE LINE MADE ME FEEL CONTENTED. IT WAS WHEN I WAS TOTALLY HAPPY WHEN YOU DROPPED BY AT MY HOUSE AFTER WORK, FEELING GUILTY AT THE SAME TIME THAT YOU WERE TIRED AND STILL SEE ME.

YOU INSPIRED ME TO DRAW AND WRITE POEMS. I WAS NEVER FOND OF PAINTING COLORS OR WRITING POETIC WORDS.

 YOU WERE THE REASON I KEPT COMING BACK TO YOUR GATHERINGS EVEN WHEN IT BORED ME TO DEATH. IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU THAT I LISTENED TO YOUR FRIENDS READING ME PASSAGES FROM A BOOK AND KEPT BEING POLITE NOT TO DISAGREE.

I APPRECIATED THAT YOU LIED FOR ME FROM YOUR FATHER, FROM YOUR FRIENDS, AND FROM YOUR CHURCH. AFTER ALL I WAS THE VERY PERSON THAT YOUR CHURCH PREACHES AGAINST. THE UNBELIEVER. THE DEVIL WHO SEDUCES YOU TO LIE. TO KEEP SECRETS. TO SNEAK OUT AFTER WORK. THE BARBARIAN WITH BODY PIERCINGS. THE ONE WHO WAS DESTROYING THE TEMPLE OF THE SPIRIT BY SMOKING AND DRINKING. THE PERVERT. I WAS EVERYTHING BUT HOLY. YES I WAS ALL THAT BUT YOU STOOD BY ME. AND I LOVE YOU FOR THAT. NOT PROUD OF IT BUT I FELT LOVED.

IT WAS LIKE A MOVIE, OUR FIRST ENCOUNTER. OUR MOMENTS WERE LIKE A STORY PULLED OUT OF A NOVEL. A STORY OF LOVE AGAINST THE WORLD. 

YES, IT WAS LIKE A MOVIE AND SO WAS OUR LAST GOODBYE. IT WAS IN THE SAME PLACE WHERE WE FIRST MET. THEY CALL IT A GARDEN AND I NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHY.

YOU CALLED ME AND ASKED TO BE MET AT THAT SAME
SUNKEN GARDEN. I WAS EXCITED TO SEE YOU, JUST AS I ALWAYS WAS. IT WAS DARK AND IT WAS COLD. THE RAIN WAS SLOWLY FALLING. I HAD A BLACK AND WHITE CARD WITH ME TO GIVE YOU. AND WHEN I SAW YOU UNDER THE RAIN, YOU WERE SAD. YOU TRIED TO SMILE BUT I KNEW BETTER. THEN ALL THOSE WORDS CAME POURING OUT OF YOUR LIPS. THOSE SAME LIPS THAT WHEN SMILING MADE MY DAYS BRIGHTER. YOU KEPT ON TALKING BUT I COULDN’T HEAR ANYTHING. JUST THE SOUND OF RAINDROPS FALLING ON THE GRASS. I COULDN’T FEEL ANYTHING BUT THE COLDNESS OF THE NIGHT. YOU WERE GIVING ME BACK ALL THE POEMS, THE CARDS, THE LETTERS, THE DRAWINGS THAT I MADE FOR YOU. AND THAT’S ALL I COULD TAKE. I THREW ALL OF IT ON THE GROUND AND RAN AWAY. I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE I WOULD GO. UNTIL I FOUND MYSELF INSIDE A JEEP AND YOU WERE RUNNING AFTER IT CARRYING ALL THOSE WORTHLESS STUFFS. I ASKED THE DRIVER TO STOP AND YOU GOT IN. WE DIDN’T TALK THEN. WE JUST SAT THERE. I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE AND YOU DID. AND I NEVER SAW YOU AGAIN.

I WAS NEVER BOTHERED THAT YOU WERE WORKING AND I WAS A STUDENT. THAT YOU WERE 24 AND I WAS 18. WE HAVE FACED A LOT TOGETHER AND I THOUGHT THAT WE COULD MAKE IT THROUGH. BUT WE DIDN’T. I NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHY YOU SAID GOODBYE. AND I HAVE NEVER LOVED THE SAME WAY AFTER YOU LEFT. THERE WERE FEW WHO CAME TO MY LIFE BUT DIDN’T LAST. SOMETHING WAS ALWAYS MISSING. THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING DIFFERENT. IT IS BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT YOU.

I DON’T KNOW IF YOU STILL HAVE THE DRAWINGS AND STUFFS, BUT WHEN WE LAST SAW EACH OTHER YOU WERE CARRYING THOSE, SOAKED IN RAINWATER. I STILL HAVE COPIES OF THE POEMS BUT THE DRAWINGS. WELL YOU JUST DON’T MAKE COPIES OF THOSE.

SO DOES TRUE LOVE ONLY HAPPEN ONCE? 

I HOPE NOT.