on love and moving on
Ever been in a phase where everything is working out real fine, yet, somehow, you crave for something different? Something which would only complicate the already great things? I do. I always do.
Whenever I feel happy about something, I can't help but think of 'what ifs'. The thing is, those what ifs are bound to destroy the very thing that makes me happy. But it's something that is like nature to me. It's like I was born to crave for something that I know I shouldn't even be thinking of.
I let go of him already, for the umpteenth time. Yet, whenever I get the chance to have a glance or peek at his profile, I can't help but wonder what it would have been like to be with him instead. I always end up getting my phone, texting him, even flirting with him sometimes, which is totally, totally wrong, yet somehow, feels right. He doesn't mind that I text him messages once in a while, but he doesn't let his girlfriend know about it, the same way my boyfriend is totally clueless about us texting. I can't help it but I find myself missing him. Just seeing his name on my phone makes me happy. Eventually, I came to realize that it's not the same anymore. I'm no longer madly in-love with him. I just miss his presence. The way he makes me smile, makes me laugh, wakes me up at about 11 in the evening only to tell me that he feels cold, texting me while he's on the field to tell me it's cold outside, to tell me he's near Makati. I miss him. Period.
I know it's not wrong to miss somebody, but missing him makes me do stupid things. Like text him almost everyday, looking at his profile every chance I get, sending IMs. It's like an addiction that eventually brings back former feelings, feelings that have already been buried, feelings of like, of love. I shouldn't be like this. It's unfair.
I tried to look at his profile today. I stared at the pictures of him and his girlfriend. There's still that familiar twinge, but no more ripping. It's like poking myself but it isn't that painful anymore. Looking at them makes me appreciate the way my boyfriend takes care of me, that thanks to him, I have met my boyfriend, someone that I'm so compatible with, to the point of perfection. Well, almost.
One of the lines that caught me in a movie once was 'whenever you love somebody, they become a part of you even if they're already gone'. I've come to a point where I'm no longer bitter or resentful to what happened between us. I can honestly say that I am happy for him. I also am very thankful that he became a part of my life. Eventhough things didn't work out for the two of us, I'm happy that for about 6 years of my life, he was the one who made me wake up and sleep with a smile on my lips, who gave me my kilig moments, my romantic and hilarious dreams, my first blushes with love. But most of all, I'm thankful that he was the one who taught me how to love.



