His and Her Story to tell..

Someday I'll have a story to tell....

Though it's hard to imagine, someday I'll tell my children the story I'm writing with my life today. But that realization does little to save me from the puzzling maze called now. " History never looks like history when you're living through it, It always look confusing and messy, and it always feel uncomfortable," says John Gardner.

I am now in the middle of messiness and confusion. I still have so many questions. Will I know when I'm walking trough my story for first time? Will I have to choose between the person who loves me and the one I love? What matters when I'm already 50 years old? Will time stand still for one moment to tell me that this person-this one person, out of all the billions bustling on the planet-is the one? Will I realize when it happens? Or might i miss it?

Some questions are probably best left unasked. I know I should put them aside and wait for life to unfold it's mysteries. Someday when I'm older and wiser I'll sit back and tell my story to someone who will listen. I'll probably tell some young fool the same things I get so tired of hearing from others " You can't rush these things".

Someday when I'll look back on my story it will definitely bring tears of joy and tears of remorse. It will remind me of God's Goodness. It will be a story of Selfless Love, Faith and Commitment.

Remember, someone, somewhere will read your story and be it a happy story or a story with sadness, it may have as much meaning to the reader, as it has to you.

Many of us lead similar lives, if we can gain experience from each other, our lives hopefully, should be easier.

Now let me share this two stories to you...!

HER Story To Tell...


This is a story about a girl who fell inlove at the age of 11. About her first love, how they meetand how they have been seperated. It happened when I was in elementary, I got a crush on someone named -mack- he was in a
group called "chickboy" It is a group of popular and good -looking boys in the campus. They've
commited to several girls and players of the game called "LOVE".

Unlike my friends who are beautiful I am an ugly duckling back then... But one day, He approached me and said that he likes me,he doesn't have to go through with the whole process of courting because he knows that i like him so much... It was like a dream come true... And someone woke up " It is just a bet "...

Damn! I was hurt...
I cried.. I cried real hard...
They say kids cry because of broken toys... But not me, I was crying because of my "Broken heart"...

I was left broken by the first boy I fell in love with...

Highschool came, I can still see him around the campus, but not the same boy I fell in love with.
We used to bump to each other along the hallway of the school, but it seems that we don't know each other anymore... I graduated highschool, and he was not able to march with us.. Last thing I've heard, He's already in Canada...

Years had passed...

I graduated College in one of the State University in Manila...
One day I was surfing the net checking my "Friendster" account... I received a message from a guy named "Dr. Greenthumb" on the body of the message hewrote " walang kupas ah.. ganda padin". Out of curiosity I Checked his profile and found out that's him...

We exchange messages but it didn't last long since I was in a relationship that time.. After a few months my 3 years relationship ended...

It was early 2009 when "chickboy" organized a reunion for -mack- , he took a 2 months vacation...
We exchange numbers.. The next day he called me up and asked me out..
But I resist... He didn't give up until I say yes...


We decided to meet in the mall nearby... Ate in an italian resto.
He keep on staring at me and that makes me feel really uncomfortable..
I really don’t know what’s wrong with my face..and when i asked him why..
he just smiled and said ” wow! you look so great..you’re so beautiful”
haha.. imagine the boy whom i admire the most way back elementary days is now infront of me
saying that i look beautiful.. i just smiled at him and said “bolero ka pa din”..he nodded and said..
”nah.. bolero ako but i’m not a liar”..

i still have work that day so wejust ate and had a short chitchats about what happened in our
lives for the past years..my college friends texted me and wanna meet up in a coffee shop nearby adriatico so before going to work we decided to drop by.. I introduced him to my friends and after that we took a cab to makati.. he texted me and saying ...
" thank you for the time and he’s really happy to see me after 10years.." my work ends at 2am when i’m about to go home i checked my phone and saw a lot of messages from him.. then the next day i woke up by my phone ring..
it’s him and wants to see me again.. and i said yes.. again we ate in a resto it’s already 4pm so i would be late at my 5pm work if we’ll watched a movie but we did..haha..i came to work at around 9pm and after work we texted all night.. he asked me to give him a chance.. "I am willing to take stairs" - he said

Again those sweet words melt my heart.. right there on that moment i fell inlove again with the boy who gave me my first broken heart... “dati naman di mu siya pinapansin e, ngaun sasabihin mu mahal mu” it was just a joke by an elementary friend but that hits me.. baka nga this was just one of the bets.. i ended up asking myself..

is this for real?
does he really love me? but i love him so i took the risk..
the day that he needs to go back to Vancouver has come..
he left me with a promise “that he’ll come back” he left me with a necklace with a locket,
inside is our picture.. 

Keeping a long distance relationship was hard.. the first three months has been great..
he would call me everyday.. and spent hours on the phone talking about life and our future together..

Then one day..
no emails, no offline messages, no sweet
comments on friendster no phone calls..
i tried to contact him for a lot of times..
i left emails,offline messages, still sweet
comments and voice mails but no respond at all

weeks had passed..

Then one day he called up saying to get rid of him because i would just be hurt and i am just wasting my time loving and waiting for him.. I cried.. really hard..

The “BOY” who’s the reason of my first broken heart is now the ‘MAN’ who left me with a broken heart again.. lost.. and abandoned.. up to this day i am still wearing the necklace he left me..a sign that i’m still inlove with my first
love, my puppy love and still holding on to the promise of forever..

Each of us has a story to tell.. and this is mine..

HIS story to tell..

I just read a blog a while ago about a girl, who thinks she is in-love with the wrong guy. bout how they met way back in their elementary days,how he broke her heart the first time, how they met again after years of not not seeing each other and,again, how he broke her heart for the second time.This story is not the continuation of her’s but rather the half, the missing and the truth behind the story that she have inside her head and she strongly believes.

When I was in elementary, i was in a group called “chickboy” i know it sounds kinda disgusting word to say but it was the best word that 12 yearolds -like me and my friends- could come up with.

Unlike my friends who was commited to severals girls, I only had one, not until I had the courage to tell the girl what i felt for her. After the break up from my very first relationship, I told her -Ms.Mary- everything. . . I kinda knew that she liked me as well so I didn’t had to go through the whole process of courting. She said yes to me, and that made me really happy.

I don’t clearly remember how we broke up, but I am more than sure that I did not cheat on her, and that she was not a bet. i know that it doesn’t matter now, but what I am trying to say is all that she has been believing is not proven, came from hear-says, and therfore is a lie. I already told her this quite a lot of time, but I guess, she will believe at whatever she wants to believe in.

Highschool came, she was more beautiful than she was when we were in elementary, dont get me wrong, she was also beautiful back then, it was just, i guess, she looked and acted more mature. Four years of high school passed, and it seemed that what we had before also passed us by. because in her eyes, I am a guy capable of hurting her heart, and a guy who own not a single heart, or maybe owns one but it was made out of stone, or worse, made out of complete vaccum.

To tell you the truth. Hindi ako Gwapo! Kupal lng. hehe.. there you go, you heard it right. aminado ko na kupal ako at makapal ang muka ko. anyways, i moved out. I moved miles away from the land that i know best.I left everyone that i love and loved.

Then the day came, i saw Ms. mary on friendster (thats why i think friendster is the best,though it has tons of viruses and spams.) she was more gorgeous than ever. Just like the movies, everything about her, came back in my mind in a flash, some memories lost, but thank God, some remained.

I messaged her.She messeged back. At that time she was in a crappy relationship. but still, just like how a good gurl behaves, she tried to avoid messaging me again. I don’t give up easily though, I am a pretty persistent person. so kept sending her messages.

I came back to the Philippines. And while checkin my emails, I got a message from her. I was surprised because she never returned my messages before. But it didnt matter, the only thing i had in my mind was to see her again.

I asked her out, she said no. I asked again, she said no, until she finally gave up turning me down, and agreed to see me.

To be honest, i was more like exited than nervous to her. eventhough i did not know what i would say to her, after all those years. Or what if she was still mad at me or something. It didnt mattered much to me, though. I wanted to see her.

There she was, standing at the corner, one of the most unforgettable women in my life. Right there and then, i told myself, I have to get her back.you know what , maybe i should stop writing about the past. perhaps i should focus more on what we have now, or what is left of what we had before.

Long distance. misunderstandings. longing. sadness. loneliness, where did the rest of us go? i don't know. as the taxi driver said, yung mula sa puso lng po!

love has no limits. it has no measurements. if you love someone, please dont tell then that you love them more, or they love you less. because if you really love someone, the only thing that matters is love, not the numbers, not the size, not the amount….

We let our emotions, take total control of us. each emotion requires action, when youre happy you smile, when you sad you cry. and the worse is, we are not together to share al those emotions. i couldn't give her a hug even if i want to. i couldnt kiss her even if i am dyng to do so. imagine how hard it is for us, don't worry bout me, im cool with suffering, but her? she had enough i think. her story was far way complicated than what she wrote in her blogs, and that is why I feel guilty.

Guilty for what? i am not cheating on her, i feel guilty because i am not as strong as the man that she thinks i am.

A simple message is good enough, that's what she always say. but cmon, were not kids anymore. you know that it is not enough.

We both entered this, and i am hoping that if ever, you want to exit, please, consider that you would leave me inside. i would stay here inside this. whatever we have. its all good..id stay committed to the promise that i would go back.

And if ever. i hope this wouldn't happen,you find someone else. i know it would be my turn to wait. . .

Now, i am not asking you to hold on, or wait or anything. the only thing that i ask of you now, is that please never forget.. na babalikan kita kasi mahal na mahal kita…