Yes, this is a Valentine's Day post.
Looking back at my Facebook memories, I realized how sad and heartbroken I was a year ago. I never knew if I can still recover or I'll just remain miserable for the rest of my life.
'Yung tipong taga-"sana all" na lang ako to the happy couples out there.
I blamed myself. I blamed this pandemic. I blamed the universe for my misery. I was so depressed that I had to find ways to divert my attention to something else. I've worked my ass off just to stop overthinking.
I honestly almost gave up on love. Until one night, I prayed. "Lord, if it's not meant for me, at least let me be happy."
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We all know that the last stage of grief is acceptance. I finally came to a point where I've accepted my situation and it was time to move forward.
I started loving myself even more. I had people who were there to support me and well, some whom I've lost along the way because of reasons I cannot disclose.
From then on, I never gave up on love. I wasn't closing my doors just in case someone steps in. I knew I had so much love to give and if the universe sends someone my way, I was happy to welcome it.
Of course, I had my limits and hesitations. Even if I was already exploring back then—even downloaded dating apps which wasn't even a thing that time I was last single—I was careful so I won't get hurt again.
The dates, the meet-ups, the swipe-left and -rights didn't work out. Again, I was about to concede...
Then this guy came.
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June last year I tweeted this:
I wasn't really the type who relies on manifestations, but well, why not give it a shot, right?
Then one fateful Tuesday night, while I was forcing myself to sleep, I scrolled through Reddit and saw this post from someone who was looking for someone to talk to. It wasn't even a post intended to meet somebody—just a harmless post from a guy bored and looking to past time from his work.
So I messaged. And days gone by, we were still talking.
The rest is history, so they say. We met up, went on a few dates, he courted, I said yes, and now we've already celebrated our sixth month together. How's that?
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So looking back to last year, if I had given up on love, I wouldn't be this happy. And boy, I have never been this happy.
Pain is a part of the process but for sure there's nothing God will give you that you cannot handle. Maybe He's still writing the best love story for you. Just wait coz every masterpiece takes time to create.
I know you've heard this already, but to reiterate. Just you wait.
(P.S. To my man, Jace, if you're reading this: Happy Valentine's Day, love!)
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