A Decade of Memories
February 15, 2007It was ten years ago today when we became a couple. Year after year after that, exactly a day after Valentine's Day, we'd celebrate the day when God gave us each other. Valentine's Day be damned, we never cared whether we celebrate a day after most couples do. And year after year, we'd talk about our plan of getting married ten years after that fateful day.
That would have been today, had certain things not happened. I used to picture getting married at a quaint little church with the rays of the sun at sunset illuminating the altar and the aisle, which in turn, is decorated with orange and white roses and carnations. Attended by only a select few, the motiff would have been colors of fall as I love the colors associated with autumn. I pictured myself wearing a long, off-shoulder off-white wedding gown, my hair raised in a bun, feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world while in the arms of my parents and you waiting at the end of the aisle.
*Sigh* It would have been a perfect ending to a perfect love story that we shared. Alas, like all relationship, it was anything but. We strived to make things work but it just wasn't good enough. All I have now are memories of what we once had, what we once shared. Despite what others say about letting go of them, I can't. Because those memories are the only things that will never change.
You are my "the one who got away". The one person whom I know deep in my heart would have made me happy for the rest of my life, the one perfect person for me. But I will never regret what happened to us. I no longer think of a reconciliation because I know that I can never love the person you are right now as much as I love the person I knew before. I will never blame God for not letting us end up together. All things happen for a reason. And I know His reasons will be unraveled in time.
All comments are moderated. Your comments will not appear here unless approved by the blog owner. Thank you.
