falling inlove with somebody else's lovestory

almost all of my open hours was spent listening to everybody's love story, and most of my nights i busied myself wondering where was mine and why i always ended up with complicated stories.

after all the love stories i heard, i read and i watched, i realized, love will not always be with the same rhythm and with the same melody. in fact, love continues to be amazing, beautiful and makes impossibles possible. It works miraculously amazing and surprisingly thrilling.

sadly, it was 'love' that worked for others, and not with/for my own story.

let me share the best three love stories i fallen in love with. These were not the love stories written in pocketbooks nor the love stories directed for the big screens. These were just ordinary stories yet wonderful enough to be shared and to be fallen inlove. These were stories not just written by somebody else for others, but these were stories written and directed by emotions - no script involve only blisses of love.

(1) Excitingly Rained Love Story

this is a story of love bloopers yet sweet, a story with funny beginning yet deemed to have a solemn ending, a story being denied at first yet apparently be something to be proud of, this is a story of a close friend.

who could have figured that this easy-go-lucky girl will find herself being loved by someone who can undoubtedly do everything to show extraordinary love and constant support for her. The childish and clumsy attitude of her plus the "tambay" looks of him proved that there is indeed a greatest story to be told.

You may be irritated with their petty arguments of 'what to wear best', yet i found it amusing and i can't stop myself from smiling. imagine, they almost ended their relationship under drops of Manila rain, with her scolding him for what he is wearing. their day will start with him waking her up by calling her "Baboy, bugtaw na da!" (which later on explained that she was being called baboy because siya daw ang nagpapataba sa puso ni guy), then, "Butoy, ngaa amu na imo suksok? hindi gid ko ya magupod sa imo kung hindi ka mag-ilis" and day will end up with "te toy mainom ta?". it just like any other companionship --- kainuman (till the last drop of red horse beer), kanight-out (everywhere, anytime), shoppingmate (kahit pareho silang walang pera, but shopping will always end inside KFC), kasamang magtrip (like override sa MRT just to enjoy and make sulit their MRT tickets), fratmate, a bestfriend, alarm clock, tagahatid sundo, taga-laba, etc...

Once, she fled to Manila, leaving him behind. But not 'behind' after all, coz she had her pink glittery heart notebook with her where all her sentiments where written, "i miss him already (though two days past pa lang)" plus her laptop where all of their moments together are saved. and after a week, he followed her to Manila just to see her and be her laundry boy. isn't it cool? and together they spend thousands of bills just to enjoy moments together and have fun. she had her instant tagahatid sundo, instant labandero, and instant personal assistant, but you can never hear any complaints from him, in fact, it was her complaining everything about him - being makulit, mali ang piniling damit, being a minute-late, being mabagal, and a lot more to tell..

but despite of the deafening petty complaints and arguments, you can still smile while listening to their own melody of endearments - him calling her 'baboy' and her calling him 'butoy'.. and these make their love story never boring.

(2) Mutely In Love

i was physically tired, every fibers of my muscles ached, my eyelids were heavy, and the last thing i really wanted was to be caught hardly pressed in the crowded train and will be sitting next to noisy co-passengers. But amazingly, i found myself giggling in the idea that i was falling in love with the mute couple sitting next to me - they were 'very silent' yet everybody could tell how deeply they were in love with each other.

sign languages may be enough for them to convey their messages of love, but the looks of their eyes could reveal emotions of love and love alone. i smiled when i started asking myself, how their love story is written: how did they meet? is it love at first sight? how long are they together? aren't they get tired of waving their hands? i was pretty much attentive to their actions, and i was trying my very best to decipher and understand sign languages. it is just weird that all of the sudden they laugh and their hand movements are getting fast, and then i could feel excitement in their conversation and i found myself also excited as if i am part of the scenario anticipating for a good news to reveal; i maybe so chikadora, but i can't help it, i was really amazed.

Funny, that nowadays, lasses were moved by how well-delivered a love speech was by a guy, or how his voice thrilled her whole system, or how sweet her name was mentioned by her guy, or the other way around. A thought then entered my mind - love truly speaks. it does not require flowery words nor sweet emphasis of phrases, it simply needs eyes to show how much you love a person and a heart to feel it.

the girl waved goodbye signaling that she will go first. still, i followed her movements with my glances - how she bids goodbye, how she kissed him on his cheeks, how she let herself out of the train, how she stands outside the train and threw flying kisses to the smiling guy left beside me, and eventually, how she turns her back happily and walk her self out of the station as the train started to move. and beside me, left was guy who can't hide happiness in his face.

and inside of me was a heart awakened and touched and was happily carried away with their silent story. their story cannot be shouted out loud to let the whole world know, yet, they can be the best characters of the greatest story to be told.

(3) Familiar Love Story of All Time

She loves him. He loves her. But they were both too scared to let each other know.

She loves him. He loves her. But only each of their circle of friends knows.

She loves him. He loves her. And they were loving each other secretly.

She loves him. He loves her.

But their story ended up as 'she loved him', 'he loved him'.

They both struggled to fight the mutual feeling, coz they over analyzed it and concluded that it is not the right thing, though they do not actually know what the right thing is. it was simply the safest but the hardest way to love - just loving deeply in silence. And i wonder why population of love martyrs continue to increase ...

But sometimes, there was pleasure in loving someone in silence than to love him openly and ended up being rejected. That was the trick, and that was the familiar excuse of avoiding severe heart aches. it was always late to discover that he loved you too, when things were already too complicated and your love could not actually do something then.

and both of you will end up dreaming for endless 'what ifs' - what if i told him? what if i make a move? what if i tell him i love him? what if...? what if...? what if...? screw what ifs, its damn late! and no more stories to tell.

sad... but that was always the favorite theme of my 'own' love story.

i prefer falling in love with other's love story, than falling in love with my own. i burdened myself mending heartaches of others failing to mend my own. i smiled when my love advices worked for others but i'm so damn not to let myself listen to my own advices.

after all, im happy. very happy. and their love stories make me happy. i am simply happy for them. :)