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“Endless Love”

1 Mar


Endless love! So many times I’ve asked if these words really exist? I believe that all our lives here on earth are just temporary. Eventually we will all die and leave when the time comes. So why endless? Well, I believe in love, but “endless”?

How can you possibly love endlessly when time is ticking? How can you love endlessly when you know death will be a hindrance? How can you love endlessly when it is already times up?

All of these questions for the word “endless”. But as I look and dig deeper… I’ve realized that there is something more about the meaning of these words “Endless Love”

There is this one brave woman that I will always adore and will always be proud of her love for my grandfather. Her love is my definition of endless love. Yes! The old woman in the photo is my grandmother. She never stopped loving my Lolo Pitz. Even death cannot take that away from her. Almost everyday she is asking us to take her on the grave of my grandfather and it is maybe 15 or 20 minutes ride from home.

After uttering a prayer for Lolo Pitz, Lola Vi always talks to my grandfather as if he is just there. She will share all the things that are currently happening, it is as if she is updating Lolo Pitz. You can always see the glow in her eyes while she is in front of Lolo Pitz’ grave. You will see her happiness, it is as if my grandfather is alive.

Then realization hit me…

When you love endlessly, you let your mind, you let your soul and you let your heart continuously love, even when it hurts, even through sorrow and even in pain. You will love even the time is ticking. Death will never be a hindrance. And there is no such thing as time is up. Because you are loving freely… endlessly…

Just like my Lola Vi, her love for my Lolo Pitz is my perfect definition of endless love.



“Loving is such a beautiful thing”

22 Feb


“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love”.

1 Corinthians 13:13, a beautiful bible verse and one of my inspirations why I will always and forever believe in “Love”.

Yes, always and forever believe in “love”, no matter how painful it can get most of the time. Just move forward and believe in “love”, no matter how many heart aches you’ve received. Just live and believe in “love”, no matter how many failed relationships you’ve been through.

This is me saying, Loving is such a beautiful thing. Despite of the sorrow and pain, you were once happy, excited, inspired, motivated – you were once in love.

Pain, sorrow and failure, we all experience this in life. But this does not mean you will stop believing in love. But rather you should use this for you to be a better person when you meet “The One”.

For every ending, there is always a new beginning. For every heart ache, there will always be a beautiful love story waiting for you. Believe in the power of love, for love never runs out of time. Believe in every happy ending. If you are still in pain because of Love, then it is not the end yet. One day you will be amazed that the only cure for a broken heart, is “Love”.

For all the people who do not believe in “Love” anymore, for those ladies and gentlemen whose hearts have been broken, for those people who are still in pain and for all the people who’ve been part of failed relationships – Live!Just Live! Move forward! Move on! Be happy and always choose to love because loving is such a beautiful thing!

Maybe…Just maybe…..

19 Feb


Have you ever felt uncertain in your life? That feeling when you are so sure of everything then suddenly one day…you don’t know what you feel and everything becomes vague?

It was 2007…. Yes it was 11 years ago. I met this guy – tall, mestizo, and yes I must admit, he was handsome. I was on the process of moving on from my bitter sweet so called “1st love”. I must admit that at first, I was thinking that he will be my way out to ease the pain. We kept texting each other, talking about everything and getting to know each other. We usually went out together, watching movies in cinema, eating lunch or dinner and playing in arcades. Yes, I was having fun with him. He helped me move on, somehow… or maybe I just thought…

I was a service crew in Jollibee during that time. The way he waited for me and the way he asked me out. The way he visited my house, I knew that he deserved my “Yes”. We were young but I knew we were happy and so in love… or maybe I just thought….

He said that I am his lucky charm, because the time I said yes, he got the result for his South Korea job and he passed. He was so happy, and of course as his girl, I was so happy for him as well… or maybe I just thought…

Time flies so fast. Here I was, with his family at NAIA terminal 1. Sending my goodbye to my 1st boyfriend. Every monthsaries, I usually wrote a letter for him, so that when he gets back he can read them. He always called me just to make sure we were okay. As we went along, we were able to fight this what they called Long Distance Relationship (LDR)…. or maybe I just thought….

After few months, I don’t know what went wrong, but I broke up with him over the phone. Yes, it was my fault. It was my decision. The beautiful relationship that I dreamt of, was suddenly gone. The only thing that reminds me of him, are his pictures together with a love letter from Korea and my 6 pending letters for our monthsaries. I chose to keep them and go on with my life.

We lost communication………

After 2 years, he found me on Facebook…. We are okay, we are friends, he never blamed me. Well, there are times that he is teasing me and I feel that he is into me but I always disregard the thoughts and take him for granted. There are times that he will say ‘hi’ and ask me ‘how am I doing’ and I simply reply on his messages. We never had the chance to meet again, or maybe we are just contented with chatting each other, though the chat messages are just once in a blue-moon.

For all those times that he might be into me, or for all the times that I thought we will be back together, I don’t know but I think the timing was never perfect. I have a boyfriend and he does not have a girlfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend. But maybe there was this one time that I thought it was the perfect time for us. It was 2013, I was single and he was single too. No commitments at all. He was teasing me and sending me sweet nothings but I don’t know if he was serious or what. I never asked. Then someone came along to pursue me and put some efforts. So I disregarded the thought of being back together with my “1st boyfriend”, and I fell in love.

3 years and 4 months I’ve been in a relationship. He still says “hi” sometimes. We are still friends and we are okay. I broke up with my boyfriend because of some issues. I felt so numb of everything. But out of this numbness, he is there, checking on me, chatting with me, asking me and talking to me. I started to feel differently. I’m still confuse because I just came from a failed relationship. Am I seeing him as a way out again? But for the past 8 months. I was able to clear things up. Or maybe I just thought……

Only God knows how I tried to avoid him. I really did because of this strange feelings I have. I know what is right and I don’t need to go there… I know… Or maybe I just thought…

I don’t know how to explain it but he is always on my mind. I’m always waiting for his messages. I got mad whenever he is not chatting me. I don’t know if I’m just seeking for an attention but I was able to clear things up, that….that… there was a part on my heart that was revived! That my feelings for him is now coming back. Then suddenly I got scared. I got scared because I know this time is not the perfect time. Because he belongs to someone else now….. He has a girlfriend now… And here I am stuck between fight for him or let him go…

It is not easy to decide when your heart and mind are arguing. I know we have to make sure as well. For 11 years we are not seeing each other. We need to see each other but after that what? Will I be happy if he will choose me? Knowing that we hurt someone? Am I ready for another pain? Or maybe…. just maybe… I’m ready to let him go….

If I will be true enough to myself, If given a chance… I want him to be my last… He was my first… And after 11 years, I’ve realized that if we deserve this “second chance”, then I want him to be my past, my present and my future…If I could just turn back the time… I don’t know why after 11 years I’m feeling this way. I know it is not right. You belong to someone else now… but here in my heart… I’m still hoping that we will have a second chance… I’m still hoping that maybe…just maybe… after all… we are meant to be….

I Love My Crazy BestFriend

5 Feb


Have you ever fallen in love with a friend or a best friend? Did you ever had the chance to tell him or her? Or you rather chose your friendship?

Here is a story from the past that will surely touch your heart.

It was the 1st week of February, the so called Heart’s Month! The month that is not really intended for singles like me. But that year was different as compared to previous years. Well congratulations to me, I’m not only celebrating this month as a single lady but a broken hearted girl! And maybe this will never be my month! I can still feel the pain while I’m on my way to work. I was listening to some music on my phone and trying to ask myself if it was really my fault. And suddenly I didn’t know what to do, if I will just avoid him or continue the friendship that we established. Then I just found myself reminiscing the past…

I was at SM Clark and I was waiting for my friend’s brother. Weeks ago he just added me on Facebook and that was the time that his sister told me some stories about him. As if on queue, he just sent me a private message and I did some little chat with him. He got my number and I found it easy to talk with. I was going  to meet him now for the 1st time. He asked me to join him for a movie that he really wanted to watch. I don’t know why I said yes to him when I already watched the movie with my cousin and I had to wait for another 3 hours because he was at work. Maybe because he was my friend’s brother. After 1 hour, 2 hours then 3 hours… he was already standing in front of me handing me our drinks and chips. And he just asked me to wait while he bought the movie tickets. I wonder why he knew it was me, maybe because of my pictures on FB?

We actually enjoyed the movie.

It seemed as if we’d known each other for so many years. He was asking me about the ending and I just said “secret” because I didn’t want to be a spoiler. After the movie, we went to McDonald’s. And suddenly we were talking as if we were best friends. He started sharing some part of his life which I knew was very hard to share especially with a person that you just met. He told me all his happiness, his pain and his heartaches. Once in a while, I shared some part of my life story too. After that day I knew that he was going to be one of my best friends. It’s not about the length of time we knew each other but the feelings and compatibility that we shared that day.

Days passed by, then months… We’ve been very close to each other. I introduced him to my parents and he introduced me to his parents. Every now and then we go out with his workmates and with some of his friends. He is always invited on every occasions to our house. Then one day he told me, “what if I court you”? It took me minutes before I answered him. I just came from a 3 year relationship and enjoying my single life again. But those are not the reasons why I can’t allow him to court me. I have totally moved on with my past but the fact that I hurt him so much haunts me, suddenly I was afraid not for myself but for him. What if I will just hurt him just like what happened to my ex-boyfriend? I can’t take that because I know he’s been through a lot of pain before. I didn’t want to be the reason of his heart aches again. So I decided to stay with the friendship. I told him that I’m happy for what we are right now. And he respects that. I’m glad he did. Nothing has changed. He is still my crazy best friend.

After 4 months he told me that he is courting someone. A workmate that loves him so much. I am so happy for him. Because finally he turned his attention to that girl. Though he said he still loves me and I’m the one that he really likes. I told him to concentrate on the girl because if not, he will just hurt her feelings.

I felt I loved him.

Then weeks passed by, it’s as if the joke was on me. I don’t know what happened to me. I just woke up one day and felt I’m already in love with him. That one day I asked him to jog with me. I just wanted to hug him because I missed him so much and I had never been like that before. When he said goodbye that day, I just wanted to ask him to stay a little longer. Then, realization hit me. I was now in love with my crazy best friend! I tried to hide it. But whenever he told me about the girl and the status of his courtship, there is this familiar hurt in my heart. That somehow I want to tell him, “Please come back to me” , that I’m so sorry for taking for granted his feelings before. God knows how I regretted that day. If I could just turn back the time!

With the help of our common friends I told him what I feel. Wishing that its not too late… but he can’t hurt the feelings of the girl anymore. He told me that during the time he was in pain because I couldn’t love him more than a best friend, that girl was there. And that was the time that he just accepted the fact that we are just friends. One thing is clear to me, PAIN! A painful regret that I protected him in that situation before, but little did I know I caused him pain. That I broke his heart when I made a choice. I decided to avoid him, but where do I start? Everything just reminds me of him. And he told me, “when you hurt me, I did not avoid you, I just stayed, beside you, specially when you needed me.” But our situation now is different. I chose friendship before and he is choosing another girl now. How painful that could be?

My crazy best friend.

After 2 days of thinking, crying and reminiscing, I decided to stay with my crazy best friend to bring back the harmonious relationship that we have had, to pretend that nothing happened. I wish I could do it, but just in my 1st week of trying, I already gave up. I took the pain that feel whenever he is with me. Somehow he is different now. He will no longer be the crazy best friend that I had before. He is too serious now. And we can never be more than friends and that hurts me more. I missed him so much, his care, his concern, his effort, his time, the way he says “Good morning Miss Nerd”, “I missed you Miss Nerd”, “I’m home Miss Nerd, thanks for your time”. Oh! how stupid I was not to notice it before.

Now I decided to stay away, till the pain goes. Until the old us will be back. I know it’s not easy to do it. But for now that is the only way that I can think of which will be better for both of us. And maybe its crazy but I’m still hoping that someday, when the right time comes, we will find ourselves together with a happy ever after…..

“A Painful Regret”

27 Jan

I want to share this painful story that I printed and put on my collections way back 2007.


Regret is a feeling that we carry with ourselves to our graves. It is an intense and immensely painful feeling, especially if it’s a regret about something which we did not do or say to our loved one.

Have you ever been afraid to do something? And regretted after realizing: “I wish I had the courage back then. Maybe I would have been happy now”.

Read this story and be inspired to do something different.

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.

After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and I handed them to her. She said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends. I loved her but I was just too shy, and I don’t know why.

11th grade:

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.

She looked at me, said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I loved her but I was just too shy and I don’t know why.

Senior year:

The day before prom she walked to my locker. “My date is sick” she said; he’s not going to be well. I don’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I wanted her to be mine. But she never thought of me like that, and I knew it. Then she said “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I loved her but I was just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Graduation Day:

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched, as her perfect body floated like an angel up on the stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “you’re my best friend, thanks”, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I loved her but I was too shy, and I don’t know why.

A Few Years Later:

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say “I do” and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said “you came!”. She said “thanks” and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I loved her but I was just too shy, and I don’t know why.


Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they read a diary entry she had written in her high school years. This is what it read:

I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!

I wish I did too…. I thought to myself, and I cried.

Disclaimer: I don’t own this blog. I have this on my collections way back 2007. I want to share it to inspire more people. All credit to the owner. Sadly, I was not able to get the name of the owner.

“The so called….1st Love”

15 Jan


Love is blind. Love is like a rosary that is full of mysteries. Love is kind and it is not selfish. Love is like a bubble gum that sticks on your heart. These are the common definitions of love when you ask a certain elementary or high school student. Going back to my childhood days, these are some of the answers I read in the slam books or autographs of my classmates to the question: What is love?
And the answer that I have always got is, Love is a loneliness of one, a happiness of two and a problem of three. I got this definition from one of my high school teachers.

As I grew up, I learnt that there is no exact definition of the word love. The only person who can define love is ‘you’. There is no right or wrong answer. And I’ve learnt that as you grow old, you get a deeper meaning of the word love. You start to define it and talk about it according to your experience. And it will all start with the so called First Love.

The First Love

When we fall in love we don’t want that feeling to end. Especially if it is your first love. The feeling is so extreme. You are willing to give everything just to make it work. Sometimes you don’t even want to listen to the people around you. The only thing that matters is your feelings, your love. You are so excited whenever that person is near you. Since your feeling is so intense, you can’t even explain it in words. And you are willing to spend the rest of your life with that person. From a bad mood, that person is the only key to shift you into a good mood. He/She is your everything, your inspiration and your love. You are always happy, especially if that person loves you too. Happy to the extent that you will wish it will be forever.

As the song goes, forever is just a word. There were only few people who met the ‘happy ever after’ with their so called “first love”. Most of us who experienced the bitter sweet taste of our first love moved on and tried to find another love and we cling to the saying “love is sweeter the second time around”. Some people cling with this “If there is a First Love, there is 2nd, 3rd and so on”. Which ever saying you cling on to just to move on after the failure of your first love, one thing is for sure, that saying makes you stronger and helps you to find another love. Let me share with you what statement stuck in my heart during my 1st heart break.

“There he goes, my so called 1st love, he will always be special in my heart but someday, somehow, someone will find me and I will always save my last love for that deserving man who is better than my 1st love”.

Getting Over

It took me almost 4-5 years to get over with my 1st love. I tried my best to forget as fast as I could, but I couldn’t force my heart to do so. And from there, I discovered that the only cure to a broken heart is another love. Yes, I fell in love again and that was the time that I realized, I was over him. Though they say that “1st love never dies”, time will come that you will get over him/her, but in your heart he will always be there. Only a memory from the past, who made you happy during those times.

In my experience, my 1st love and I acted so matured about the past. We are still friends. I never hated him nor avoided him. After all that we’ve been through, of all the happiness, memories and heart aches, he will always be my so called…. first love and I will always be the BEST GIRL that he never had.