The Meeting

 

For me, this is how it all started.. 

It was one summer night in QC. I was just staying there for a little less than two months. Taking up some units for school, while trying to mend a broken heart. I opened the bathroom door and saw a boy standing right outside, obviously waiting impatiently for his turn to use the loo. It was at an inconvenient time for both of us. He wanted to pee, and I just finished throwing up. As far as I can remember, he asked me if I was okay, and then I apologized for not cleaning up my mess. I remembered him grinning a little bit before saying it's okay and that he'll fix it himself. At that moment, I did not really think about what he thought of me. My mind was wandering off somewhere else. I stared at myself in the mirror, and I cannot remember how long I stayed there. Pretty long maybe, because I was still there when the guy got out of the bathroom. Again, he asked if I was okay. I wasn't. I was heartbroken, and I was pissed off because I was with my sister and her (then) boyfriend. Seeing them swoon over each other was like adding salt to the wound. And I was drunk. 

I wasn't thinking straight so I didn't know that this is what happened next (he filled it in for me): I asked him if he could pretend to be someone I know and just act as if he's listening. That's how we met each other. That's the first time I saw him my entire life. But it wasn't his first time seeing me. That.. That is his side of the story. 

Up until now, I do not understand how a crazy, unconventional way of meeting someone could lead to a love for keeps. Most of our progress developed because of his sweet sweet efforts. He made me believe in a lot of things again. Hope. Life. Faith. And love. I was a zombie when he met me. But he gave me a heart again.

Now, we're on our journey to a lifetime. It's not an easy road though. We're miles apart; we only see each other at least three times a year; I'm working while he's studying; we're both setting our spiritual lives straight; we both have ambitions; we both have different life goals. Trust me, there are still a lot of adjusting and fixing to do, but both of us are more than willing to go through it together. I admit, it is difficult to not have him with me when I want to share a good laugh, or when I feel like kissing someone after watching a lovely film, or when I want to just stare at the beautiful night sky while being wrapped up around a warm embrace. It's also sad that I can't happily jump around and celebrate my achievements with him all the time. But as they say, patience pays off. 

I've never been fond of waiting. But what we have, this love, is more than enough to motivate me to do better and be more patient about things. If this is a race, and if the prize is having him for the rest of my life, I'd run along and follow the track. And I'll make sure I'll win.

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From my previous blog. Edited. Photo taken from this page.