On June 13, I’ll be going back to school to pursue another degree. This will be another ride for me because it will take me 4-5 years to finish such degree, not to mention that I’ll need to pass the bar examination in order to become a full-fledged lawyer. A dream come true for sure.
But before I completely turn another chapter, I want to remind myself of what transpired within me exactly a year ago. It was on this day that, after 2 years, I was struck again with Cupid’s arrow–a moment that has gravely affected me in a lot of ways. This experience, I must say, though very painful, has taught me a lot regarding life and, of course, love. Today, the pain of yesterday will once again re-visit me as I write this piece.
It all began on this hour (around 4pm), 365 days ago. I was going to school for my enrollment. It was around 4 in the afternoon when I arrived there. At that time, a historic event that divided the entire nation was unfolded on National Television: The Impeachment Trial of the Chief Justice, wherein such government official would be the first to be convicted through the process of impeachment. Naturally for me, I was excited; for a guy who loves politics, history and law, this would be the main event for me. I would imagine myself being a lawyer, mastering the law at my fingertips, helping my client in his/her distress.
Going back, I was daydreaming when I arrived at the premises of my school for enrollment. I entered our campus, ready to register my subjects for my senior year in my college. After a while, I met my classmates in what would be a mini-reunion. It was all very pleasant and exciting; seeing them after a while gives you that inkling that you missed them. Then, I saw this friend of mine. And… BOOM! Just like that, I started to feel something quite peculiar. Unknown to me at that time, I began to developed feelings for this girl. But I shrugged it off, thinking it was just a small matter of my emotions. Little did I realize that such moment would be the start of something new–new but very,very agonizing.
It was late in the afternoon. Most of my classmates were too busy talking to each other. So, I asked her if she can accompany me in the enrollment process. She agreed. As we were walking together, in a weird yet pleasant way, butterflies were already in my stomach. After I enrolled, she told me that she needed to leave immediately because of a family gathering. Hence, she left quietly. To her, it may sound very ordinary but for me it sounded very, very special.
For the first time in my life, I gazed her walking out through the main entrance of our school. I started to miss her. I do not know why and how those butterflies went into my stomach and those romantic intentions into my head. But from that moment on, I wanted to be with her.
The months went by. My feelings became stronger that I started to have a hard time controlling them. They were like beast, and I was their owner; chaos was everywhere. But in my case, the disorder was within. Then, she started to become more and more attractive, to the point that my emotions would become unbearable to me. This was a bad thing for me because it affected every aspect of my life namely, my relationship with my family, my finances, and my academic life. It was, therefore, very crazy yet heart-breaking.
And so, I had to make a decision: to reveal or not to reveal my feelings to her was the question, as Hamlet would say it. The original plans was not to tell her because of two things. First, I might get rejected. Second, it would affect our friendship! It turns out that even if I do not tell anything to her, our friendship was still damaged because of my actions. The climax of such dilemma happened last August 25, 2012. We were on our class-seminar trip to Nueva Ecija, north of Manila. I wanted to be a gentleman for her. I want to make that day extra special for her. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t end that way. In fact, basing it from her gestures, it seems that she’s giving me mixed signals, much to my ambivalence and sadness. The day ended with me saying my ordinary goodbye to her as she went home.
The following week, I evaluated what happened. It seems confusing. Not able to handle the internal pressure of not loving that woman, I opened up the situation to a friend of mine. This friend was shocked upon hearing the news. Thankfully, she gave me the assurance that she would never tell this to anyone; for that I am grateful. She also advised me that I should reveal my feelings to her. Otherwise, I would regret not telling it to her. Still confused, I asked a second opinion from another friend regarding such predicament. True enough, she concurred with my other friend that I should reveal to the woman of my dreams what I really feel, lest I suffer the pain of regret. That was scary.
I would then meditate and reflect if risking our friendship and jumping into the painful dimension of love would be worth it. As I pondered, I’ve learned that if we want something or someone, we must try. At least, we had a say on the matter as time allowed us. If we let those opportunities come to pass, time might never again allow us to have such opportunity, unless allowed for a second chance. But for me, it was a game of all or nothing.
I reached a decision after the 1st of October. I decided that I would tell it to her before the semester ends. And so I did it, 8 days later. Upon hearing such development, she was stunned but not surprised. Alas, she would turn me down. I was hurt. But I cannot force her to love me. If I would force her, then it would not be love at all. Love should be given freely. Sad as it seems, her affection was not for me.
Days would pass, she would still talk to me as if nothing happened. It was nice because she was mature enough to handle such very awkward situation. However, it was not the case for me. The pain continued to press in. It was so unbearable that I wanted to distance myself to her. Noticing the growing gap between us, she would always do the first move in talking to me. But because of her friendliness towards me, I would again attempt to tell her again my feelings. Alas, I was again turned down, much to my distress and humiliation. Then I realized, she really valued our friendship. By making such decision, I was thrown–again– into this bottomless pit we call “friendzone”.
As the 1st semester was about to end until mid-February, everything was clueless. I do not know what to do. I was then left to decide on another matter: to end or not to end our friendship. If I chose the latter, it would be nice because we can still communicate; what would make it worse was that if by any chance I discovered that she chose someone to give her affection rather than me, it would be very,very painful. If I chose the former, everything that we shared for the past 4 years would be put into waste.
I did not know what to do. Initially, I chose the latter. Everything was nice at first. It was, however, getting more painful as time went by, not to mention that she has a lot of boy crushes, which is worse and very unfortunate on my part.
Days before my birthday, I decided to place an ultimatum: If she did not want to give me any chance up until graduation, I would have to end our friendship. Indeed, I cannot handle the emotional and psychological pressure of not falling for such woman. I find it hard to maintain our friendship amidst this blooming affection that I have for her.
2 days before our graduation, I wrote her a letter, explaining everything we had for the past 4 years. I also her to her that I still wanted her as my special someone. I gave the letter the very next day. That night, she replied, though through a text message but in a letter format. She reiterated her previous stand before and her desire to remain “just friends”. Since I have already decided on such matter, I chose to ignore her and her text messages. During our baccalaureate mass, I did utter a word to her. Everything was quiet. It was heart-breaking.
Then graduation came. It was something splendid. Yet, I chose to use that situation to ignore and avoid her at all cost. Thankfully, I was able to celebrate such momentous occasion with my other friends. Later that night, she texted me a congratulatory message. She also posed a question why she did not notice me all throughout the ceremony. I did not reply. From that day on, I did not want to talk to her or to update myself everything about her. It was just damn painful!
Now, since our baccalaureate mass, we are not talking to one another. A wasted friendship but a redeemed self I must say. Now, I’m quite better, ready to look to the future with hope and confidence in my heart.
I do not know what the future holds, But, as Paul would say in his letter to the Romans, I believe that everything will be for the good for those who love the Lord. I hope and I pray that God had a purpose for what had happened. I believe in His plan and that He would never change His decision to love me, no matter what.
And so I look on to my future with much Hope and ambition. Whatever I will do will be the result of what I really wanted and needed in Life. I continue to press on.