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Does it look creepy? For me, it’s not.
A few years ago when I was still a student of this school, I used to stay here during my free time, lunch and even when I’m waiting for my service to fetch me. This four-seating table saw me grew up, and before it looked like this, those two trees were not green – they only have few leaves, enough to give me some shade and sun to give me some light while reading or writing.
It saw me cried when I broke my heart over my first love. It was when I thought our feelings were mutual, turned out that I’m the only one who had romantic feelings for him.
It saw me gained and left by friends. This is where we hang out, shared some secrets, ate together, had fights and talk nonsense.
It saw me broken. When I lost my diary somewhere near the field, only to find my precious notes scattered on the ground, flying and drawn with stupid things. I saw these girls left the place, looking at me like they didn’t know it was mine that they ruined. I still hate them for doing that to me.
It saw me left. After graduation, before my family and I left the school, I went to this place once again. I closed my eyes and felt every emotion that it absorbed from me through the ages.
Only the words thank you came out of my lips.
Meet our dog, Simon. He was born on the 15th of January 2015. I remember it so well because it was one of the three-days visit of Pope Francis in the Philippines. By that time I was one of the cadets in our ROTC training, volunteering as one of the helpers of AFP in the Quirino Grandstand.
Days later, my father and I visited my grandmother’s house and two little pups welcomed us home – one of them was him. Ever since he was a pup, he’s very loving and a food lover. We thought he was just a normal aspin (asong pinoy) but it turned out as he grew older and changed coat, he was a half collie breed.
He likes eating fish, and loves to welcome his family when he hears them coming home. He wags his tail wildly and would sit beside the person on the couch.
When I first tried to take a picture of him, he seemed awkward. He never looked straight at the camera whether I use my phone or DSLR. Now, it seems like he got used to it already.
By starting to take picture of him, I started to love dogs more. Fluffy fur, round eyes and moist nose – who wouldn’t love them?
I am a part of the small percentage of single people, believe me.
I had no boyfriend since birth and I had never been into some serious relationship. The only thing I can say that’s close to it is when I had been into a mutual understanding with a guy, which turned out to be using me to rebound his pain of rejection from the girl he really liked.
I can hear you, yep, my first love kinda sucked.
I also grew up seeing my parents fight in front of me, and they had these fights only because of one thing – money. Mom and dad would always talk to me and lecture me about marrying this type of spouse who will blah blah blah. Apparently, due to their constant fights I decided that I’m not going to marry anyone and just be single until the day I die. Yes, I do wanted to have a boyfriend, but I guess it’s just for me to get an experience, and as of now I do not see that kind of relationship blooming deeper to the point that I’d be considering to marry someone. I’m planning to get lots of cats, and I’m going to treat them as my children. I don’t feel the need to have a husband because I don’t like the thought of me being inferior to my partner (kinda feminist with the touch of pessimism).
I tried imagining and thinking what it’s like to be in a relationship – a boyfriend or a girlfriend whatever. You know, those typical naïve thoughts about sweetness, hanging out and cuddling because I don’t have any experience. I had A LOT of crushes, but even I show them that I’m interested in them, none ever showed some signs of being interested in me. I’m not ugly but I’m not pretty either, I can say that my features are quite normal, but I still wonder why some people get a boyfriend and why can’t I.
A few years later, those thoughts were drained from my mind and I tried to be happy for couples and I stopped showing my interest in guys. I tried to be happy for myself being single, but there are times where you really can’t stop thinking about what if’s.
Recently, I’ve met my cousin after several months of being separated. I remember one of the questions, I asked him if he have a girlfriend, and he said none. I asked, “Why?” He just shrugged and said that his life was much better without one. He implied to me that having a boyfriend/girlfriend was like adding another problem to your current pile of problems.
Getting into a relationship feels good only at first.
Those are his words that I can’t and will never forget.
Is having a relationship only good at first? Then after the next few weeks or probably months, does it bring nothing but headaches and consistent fights about the same problem?
Probably you shouldn’t believe my answer on this because I am inexperienced but for me, fights and problems are part of the relationship. They are part of it, to test if these two people who are currently in love with each other are ready to sacrifice and/or carry one another no matter what happens.
I have seen a video article that talks about “being happy and contented in your life as a single can attract other people who can be a prospect partner”. But how are you supposed to entertain another human being when you’re already happy and contented with your life? There’s a large possibility that the interested person will be turned down or friend-zoned.
I’ve read another article about a hundred old woman telling her secret to long life is being single. The idea is the same with my cousin’s – that getting into a relationship only brings stress and therefore, somewhat decreases your lifespan a little bit.
Just remember this dear people, no matter what decisions you wanna do with your life, do it. Having romantically involved with someone and its effect on your life still depends. If you think it’s toxic, then it will probably shorten your life. Later on you’ll realize that maybe you think it’s killing you because you’re not really meant for each other. If you think you need each other and you have this irremovable bond, and no matter it takes, no matter how many times you’ve been into a fight but damn you still love him/her, then I guess you’re gonna live a happy life.
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Okay. We know it’s mean, but it’s the truth. Girls, including me, will always be dumb in love. We know that we tend to follow our emotions rather than following what’s practical, ethical, right or what our mind dictates us. We do not listen to anyone and sometimes would go kamikaze for the sake of pleasing what’s in our hearts. Sometimes the choice is worth the folly, and sometimes it isn’t that even years have passed we still regret that decision every time we remember them.
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