Not So Me

However, lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around the dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens - memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. –taken from Mitch Albom’s Five People You Meet in Heaven

Today, as I was exchanging e-mails with my friend Byn I made a recap on my year. Nothing special was retold. Xoxo here, xoxo there. I guess that’s just the way we make updates to some friends. Sometimes thare are just so many things to be told and you just don’t know where to start. Then, you end up not telling something special at all. She asked me if I was seeing someone special. There was none. Pathetic as it may sound but I just told her about my one great love since college.

Funny because I am one person who is always eager for change but years after graduation I am still bragging about the same guy. Maybe it’s really great love. Maybe it isn’t. Maybe just lost great love. Love still.  We’ve been chasing around in circles for years (maybe it was just me chasing him) and I’ve always thought that these happenings are cosmic. That we’ll still probably end up together in the end.

I am officially becoming pathetic talking about this love-y stuffs but I rarely talk about these. I am not the committing type and a guy friend even told me that I am not the marrying material. Perhaps. But at the end of the day, I am still like the typical girls who want to love and be loved. I really wish that someday, my DAWAN will come into my life. but what if that DAWAN has already come and I just let him pass by. Will there be DASEKOND or DATIRD? haha.

In The One’s perfect time, everything will fall into places. Perhaps someday, Dawan will come across this message and find this sweet. Sweet but funny. Sweet and funny. So long Dawan!