Nothing magical about Love.

There was a father who had 3 sons. He just recently lost the love of his life, his wife for more than 40 years. He kept all her photos, bring flowers to her grave almost everyday. Despite all the brokenness, he kept singing songs whenever his working on his garden, or whenever he takes a short bike ride around the neighborhood. He is getting old too, getting weaker everyday, but he never fails to smile to random strangers, give people encouragement even when he’s suffering from his own. People overheard him saying “My only prayer before i leave this world is to see my boys found their¬†soul mate¬† Just as I did when I met their mom”. I ask him one day, if he think he had lived a good life. With eyes of both wisdom and longing, he said :

“You¬†don’t¬†need too many years in this world so you can say you have lived a wonderful life. You only need to get a wonderful wife or husband ,and live as many years as you can together. Love your children and impart in them the best qualities of your own that you want them to have. What matters in this life is the quality of your relationship.” You talk so much about relationships, about love, I told him.

“Child, Love is the only reality, never give up on it.”

I often wonder how it feels like to finally meet the love of your life. Will there be sparks flying, blinding, when you meet for the first time? Will there be butterflies going berserk in your stomach whenever you see him, whenever you talk to him? Will the sun shine brighter, will the grass be greener? Will you constantly sleep with a smile on your face like a crazy kid? Will the world stop, will the universe starts to speak? Will you ever find out?

One thing is certain, in this life, we are all destined to love and lost, over and over again. Until that day when you start waking up every morning with the sound of this other person’s heartbeat, with this other person’s hand in your tender waist, you’ll¬†start to smile for no reason.¬†You’ll¬†start to think about your wonderful future together, that white-washed house with shades of yellow against black¬†furniture¬†and white carpet. That smell of home, his scent, assailing your senses whenever you walk in the room after a hard days work. ¬†Those kisses, those eyes taking your breath away.¬†You’ll¬†start to think of how his laughter will sound like, whenever you both chase your wide eyes, tiny children –children with his eyes and your hair. I guess we can never really say we found our¬†soul mate, until that day, until you start thinking of how you can love this man, better in time, even better after death.

Oftentimes, there is really nothing magical about love,¬†that’s¬†the reality, the magic of it is how you’ll seize it when it finally comes your way, and the quality of life you will be living once you have it. But to have it, we must always remember that we need only to believe, and never give up on love until it comes knocking at our doors. It will come knocking. No pixie dust, no magic spells, no wishing star . Just Love, and a heart that wishes¬†you’ll¬†let him in.

 

makandphillip

 

Advertisements

Published by

Jona Alday

A corporate slave who finds joy in motivating and leading people but ultimately yearns for weekends and plotted vacation leaves. An Engineering graduate who HATES Math. An acrophobic who conquers mountains. A lover of sleepy towns, dawn, poetry, pancit canton and cats.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s