Droplets
One of the sweetest things my ex-girlfriend told me was, "Do you see all the tiny droplets of rain? Ganyan kita ka-mahal."
Well, sure, it's cheesy as hell and it goes against my definition of Love which says that Love is not quantifiable; but still, I believed her during that time and until now, I still find what she said sweet...
Now, whatever lead me to remember my one and only failed relationship? Simple... the rain!
Just as I had mentioned to Allan and Edward a while ago, some of the best moments of my life happened under the rain...
A walk with a friend... An amazing kiss beside "Meron Lagoon"... An afternoon of reflection... An unexpected first meeting with someone... A family fight... An eventful birthday... An unforgettable night of dancing...
All of these memories of the rain.
In my family, there's this superstition that the first rain of May brings luck and blessings to people who get drenched by it.
One of my math classmates had the laugh of her life one summer from seeing me jump around the Sec A field like a frog during one such first rain.
Though the blessings and luck part of the superstitution sound cool; I never really believed in it... Truth is, I continue the practice only because it gives me a reason to act like a child and jump around the small puddles caused by the downpour.
It is fun if you only try it...
Tonight, however, was different... Though I still was (and still am) ultra happy that it had finally rained; as I stood at our balcony feeling the tiny droplets of rain on my face, the child-like feeling was no longer there. There was a tinge of sadness with my slight laugh. I felt that this time, I probably needed the blessings and luck.
It's not that I'm depressed or anything... What am I supposed to be depressed about when the world continues to spin and everything is still as beautiful as they ought to be?
Maybe it's a kind of emptiness... or should I say loneliness.
With tonight's rain, i felt alone. My family's all asleep... There's no friend of mine to keep me company and laugh at my foolishness... There's no girlfriend who'd tell me the rain was a symbol for her love... No one.
Please don't get me wrong... This isn't a cry for sympathy. Nor is it wallowing in my own self-pity. I'm simply sharing my sentiments...
I knew there was a reason for my insomnia tonight: It was so that I wouldn't miss the rain.
I envy the droplets... Though they may be falling, they're still together... No drop of rain ever falls alone...
Well, sure, it's cheesy as hell and it goes against my definition of Love which says that Love is not quantifiable; but still, I believed her during that time and until now, I still find what she said sweet...
Now, whatever lead me to remember my one and only failed relationship? Simple... the rain!
Just as I had mentioned to Allan and Edward a while ago, some of the best moments of my life happened under the rain...
A walk with a friend... An amazing kiss beside "Meron Lagoon"... An afternoon of reflection... An unexpected first meeting with someone... A family fight... An eventful birthday... An unforgettable night of dancing...
All of these memories of the rain.
In my family, there's this superstition that the first rain of May brings luck and blessings to people who get drenched by it.
One of my math classmates had the laugh of her life one summer from seeing me jump around the Sec A field like a frog during one such first rain.
Though the blessings and luck part of the superstitution sound cool; I never really believed in it... Truth is, I continue the practice only because it gives me a reason to act like a child and jump around the small puddles caused by the downpour.
It is fun if you only try it...
Tonight, however, was different... Though I still was (and still am) ultra happy that it had finally rained; as I stood at our balcony feeling the tiny droplets of rain on my face, the child-like feeling was no longer there. There was a tinge of sadness with my slight laugh. I felt that this time, I probably needed the blessings and luck.
It's not that I'm depressed or anything... What am I supposed to be depressed about when the world continues to spin and everything is still as beautiful as they ought to be?
Maybe it's a kind of emptiness... or should I say loneliness.
With tonight's rain, i felt alone. My family's all asleep... There's no friend of mine to keep me company and laugh at my foolishness... There's no girlfriend who'd tell me the rain was a symbol for her love... No one.
Please don't get me wrong... This isn't a cry for sympathy. Nor is it wallowing in my own self-pity. I'm simply sharing my sentiments...
I knew there was a reason for my insomnia tonight: It was so that I wouldn't miss the rain.
I envy the droplets... Though they may be falling, they're still together... No drop of rain ever falls alone...