A Love Like Yours

I was about to type an entry about the Anti-GMA SONA Rally I attended, but a whiff of the favorite perfume of a dear friend drove me to click and open my personal folder.

Point. Double-click. Look. Point. Double-click. Search. Assorted Documents.

It was then that I saw a poem. Thoughts of my friend came up suddenly like mushrooms during the rain.

I opened it and I remembered this poem came in an email. Alongside the poem was a very touching heartfelt message. I decided to read the poem again. Just so.

A Love Like Yours, the title said.

Damn. I don’t think I ever want to read this again. This poem that touched my heart, this poem that came from a friend, this poem that aptly described the then situation. Reading this would bring back haunting memories… and I’m quite sure of that.

But I persisted, I continued to read.

You came into my life
when I needed you the most,
you offered me your heart,
your support and held me so close.
You guided me out of all my misery,
you cared, you listened
and you set all of my worries free.
You gave me strength when I was weak
you reached for my hand
to guide me back on my feet.

You offered me your shoulder
when I needed to cry.
You encouraged me to stay strong
and to always try.
You are like a sweet angel from the sky.
You bring me so much joy
and you lift my spirits so high.

Should I go on? Yes? No? Yes.

You always were the one that stood by me
you assured me how beautiful my life could be
you took away all my pain and sadness
you gave me hope and showed patience
and erased my sorrows and madness.

You have captured my heart and soul,
you are what I need, you know.
You are truly my very best
and you stand out above the rest.
You really mean the world to me,
you are everything that true love should be.
You are not only my friend and lover,
you are the one that I want to be with forever.
You are truly my one soul mate,
you are my destiny, my everything
and you are my faith.

Alas, I finished perusing the long-forgotten poem. After reading, I pondered on our past. You were the one who walked away, not I. I know I was selfish. I thought of nothing but myself. I never realized that I hurt you… until now.

The past is past. How many times have I told you that? And yes, we could never be more than friends. So I guess now you know why I told you that shocking words over a serving of Jollibee Ice Craze. Those words you heard were of concern. I don’t want to hurt you more. I just want you to stop hoping… that someday we could be together. It’s all for the better.

For all those is just a dream. I hope you understand. Kisa, it’s time to move on.