(written 1week before Vday)
He was at Dangwa. And He was drowning in a sea of flowers.
Of Red and white and pink and yellow and wet and moist overpriced flowers just for the sake of one overrated day. Where women become goddesses counting roses and petals and cards while they float with the cheesy balloons. Where men spend their money on expensively packaged flowers and food and wear red, and hope that at the end of the night, they get lucky. One overrated day when opportunistic establishments horde everything they can suck out of everyone’s emotional pockets…
…while the rest of the world becomes bitter. The one who will sleep the night out or wonder on the next year’s or the next next or the next next next… because the whole day is just rubbed in their face: that they’re single.
My mom went to Dangwa yesterday and joined her as she buys her annual obligatory offering to the Our Lady of Lourdes in our baranggay in Zambales. And it dawned on me again: Vday is back.
Fortunately, this year, someone out there started to say to me ‘I Love You’ back. I checked many times if I was just hallucinating or imagining stuff but the last time I checked: she’s real and she’s human and she’s in the right physiologic mind to say those words to me. So Im not gonna worry on crumbling and crawling my way to sleep and just let this day pass and hope that next year would be better. This year, that ‘someone’ is not imaginary anymore. And part of me still can’t believe it.
But unfortunately… God plays another irony. She doesn’t like Valentine’s. She doesn’t celebrate it. I told her na ako naman magpplano at wala kang dapat gawin. Ayaw parin. “e kung puntahan kita sa bahay o sa work?”, reply nya, “basta wag kang mag suot ng Red. At bawal ang surprise. At ayoko ng roses.” – oh Jesus Christ. She doesn’t like roses? I don’t get that – but then again, either way, I can’t maximize Vday cause Ill be out of the country the first half of the day and she’ll probably be stuck at work or still in a faraway place – bottom line is:
I’d still be sleeping the Vnight off. Again. Not that I’m bitter or anything but it’s just funny how God plays an irony sometimes. You wait for someone special for a special V Day but she doesn’t like V day at all. Haha. But then again, who am I to complain? Im having a Love Story to die for. <3
It’s amazing how someone who’s once a stranger suddenly meant the whole world to you. For years I’ve been partly bitter of the fact why does the world have to celebrate the peak of chuva-chuchu hormones – during that time I have all the reasons to complain because I’m watching from afar. And it’s just rubbed in my damn face that I might as well be just contented with self stimulation.
So as I get through this year’s Feb14 with a happy heart, there’s a part of that heart still goes for the ones whose hearts are still alone but still keeps on believing. To the ones who would courageously walk along Dangwa even though without a special someone but still clinging on that, ‘may-araw-din-ako’ belief. To the people who are happy for their friends, and still hoping that one day, they will be too. To the ones who got hurt, but kept that Faith. To the ones that understand that Love is not just BF-GF but also, mother and child, friend to friend, brod to brod – they understand that Love comes in many ways.
And yes, this also goes for the ones who are bitter. To the heartbroken ones. To all the NBSBs and NGSBs. To Priests and Nuns who are not allowed by God to Love others aside from Him (That’s kinda posessive, Lord. Im just saying). To Kris Aquino and her very public sex life. To every single soul who haven’t met their half yet –
Everyone has a Love Story in store for them.
One that will knock them off their feet.
The story where that they will tell their friends, and kids, and grand kids.
Everyone has a Love Story to tell or about to be told.
All they have to do, is to Believe.
As for me, after a long time, I can finally put the two words beside each other:
Happy Valentine’s
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