Today, I was surprised to hear from someone whom I haven't talked to in a long time. It was this guy who, for quite some time about almost 2 years ago, almost became a full-pledged suitor. Things obviously didn't work out, but we're still good friends despite the time and distance (He's currently based in Dubai and occasionally comes home in Pinas for brief visits.) He sent a YM message to inform me of the good news - he's getting married next year with his ex-girlfriend whom he'd gotten back together with.
*Sigh*
Oh well, I guess in this case one can say that love is INDEED sweeter the second time around.
To be honest, an unwelcome thought crept at the back of my mind: Had I given him a chance before, could I be wearing his fiancé’s shoes at this very moment?
Truth be told, he was one of those good guys who can really make me happy, only if I choose to. He was a good son and brother, and as far as I'm concerned he's one of the sweetest guys I've known. So why didn't it work out between us? Maybe because his commitment and dedication scared the hell out of me; it was as if I felt he was too good to be true for me. And foolishly enough, I let my hesitations and pride get the best of me. I avoided him and didn't return his calls and messages. My closest friends laughed and almost mocked his sweet gestures, tagging him as baduy and corny, and I laughed together with them. But deep inside, I thought it was all too very sweet. He eventually gave up and left for Dubai. The next time we talked, I said sorry for having acted the way I did, and being the good person that he was, he just shrugged it off with a smile and a joke.
I know he's very happy now, and I’m sincerely happy for him. I know he will be a great partner in life and a good provider for his future family. He said he'd personally bring my invitation and that I should come to the wedding. I said I would, but honestly I'm not so sure. I don't know why, but for some weird reason there's this tint of sadness inside me that I can't seem to shrug off. Maybe it's that little voice inside that's telling me that I let go of a good man and a potentially happy life with him. But it's too late for those thoughts now. I guess the only best thing to say now is that it was all for the best.
*Sigh*
Oh well, I guess in this case one can say that love is INDEED sweeter the second time around.
To be honest, an unwelcome thought crept at the back of my mind: Had I given him a chance before, could I be wearing his fiancé’s shoes at this very moment?
Truth be told, he was one of those good guys who can really make me happy, only if I choose to. He was a good son and brother, and as far as I'm concerned he's one of the sweetest guys I've known. So why didn't it work out between us? Maybe because his commitment and dedication scared the hell out of me; it was as if I felt he was too good to be true for me. And foolishly enough, I let my hesitations and pride get the best of me. I avoided him and didn't return his calls and messages. My closest friends laughed and almost mocked his sweet gestures, tagging him as baduy and corny, and I laughed together with them. But deep inside, I thought it was all too very sweet. He eventually gave up and left for Dubai. The next time we talked, I said sorry for having acted the way I did, and being the good person that he was, he just shrugged it off with a smile and a joke.
I know he's very happy now, and I’m sincerely happy for him. I know he will be a great partner in life and a good provider for his future family. He said he'd personally bring my invitation and that I should come to the wedding. I said I would, but honestly I'm not so sure. I don't know why, but for some weird reason there's this tint of sadness inside me that I can't seem to shrug off. Maybe it's that little voice inside that's telling me that I let go of a good man and a potentially happy life with him. But it's too late for those thoughts now. I guess the only best thing to say now is that it was all for the best.
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