His dimples made a lot of girls drew into him, but he being a mysterious, and cold type person will kinda make you turn away from him, somehow. And yet again, because of his enchanting appeal, you get back from wanting him over, but this time, you ask for more.
2011 when I first met him. Every girls in his class admire him so much that you tend to get quite jealous and somehow get puzzled. We started as friends. Well at least, that was the best thing, for me. However, days passed, months, and my feelings for him began to slowly fade away due to a friend's protest that he's been with a lot of women, or that he was waiting for someone else in his hometown, or that he will never be good enough for me.
But I guess, love is the most powerful weapon in this world. Because you know, no matter what people say, it never bothers you despite all accusations thrown. So yeah, I still ended up liking him despite the negativity.
She was pretty. Her long, black, curly hair and eyelashes combined with a sexy body defines a goddess. I can never compete with such a beauty if that's the kind of attraction my guy would always want.
I had my two ex-boybestfriends who never get tired of listening to my pointless insecurities, and dramas. Although they always wanted to meet him but I always make sure they don't get to see him. Oh how puzzled they are how I get to like someone who likes someone else.
Every year of the same month and day, never had I forgotten to greet him a happy birthday. Little did I know, he started to notice me.
2013. He took a chance on me. We had our first date watching movie the wolverine. We enjoyed each others company. Most of the time, we spend our time talking about life, dreams, work, and whatever comes to mind. We see each other at least twice a month until it lasted. I wasnt good enough.
I'm the kind of person who swallows all the bad feelings until I get to burst.(Not a good personality by the way) It took me a year to finally let him go, and decided to find my fate and leave the county.
I found myself on bended-knee, crying the hell out of me at my favorite church, asking God his plans because I didn't know where else to go, and what I should do with my life.
I was lost. (If you're thinking I was lost because of him, yeah he took a part of it, but most of it are personal reasons)
2015. I get the opportunity to leave the country and started a new journey.
But then it began anew...
We got back together again. No matter how many times I try to escape, I always end up loving the same man over and over and over again.
Obstacles and challenges always occur to test our patience, and trust. So during one of our trips, he's physically with me but not really with me. That night, he thought I was asleep, yet caught him chatting with someone else saying sweet goodnights. She calls him in a sweet endearment and so does he. Oh how it broke my heart.
Love changes everything. Moreover, love can be learned. It always does no matter what. And for the nth time around, I found myself crying again. He just can't figure out who he really wants. He was liking a girl from his work. And he never knew that I knew. (but now he knows)
Days kept on coming, and I finally get to realized that if a man thinks you're the one, he will changeover not just for you but for himself to become a better man.
As months, and years had passed, we found ourselves getting closer each day, and finally get the true meaning of contentment.
You see? Love knows no bounds.
I once told him that if someday I get married, I would wish "A thousand years" will be played when I walk down the aisle.
And indeed, during our wedding day, all of my favorite songs were sang, and while I was walking down the aisle, who knew? He still remembered the song I once told about.
Every relationship is unique. Each person brings their own history and needs. And love? Well, what can I say? Love is the most powerful weapon in the world.
Oh how I love my ex boyfriend because he's now upgraded as a husband.
P.S
We now got a little baby boy who'll turn one soon, in God's Grace.
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