Today is my self-declared Independence Day.
At last, I have freed myself from my long-time foolishness–or may I say stubbornness–of waiting for someone to prove once and for all that he was worth the wait. Unfortunately, things turned out differently from what I have expected.
It was indeed a blessing in disguise that we were not even “official”. I already had my reservations and doubts when we’ve finally opened our lines of communication again. But I still gave the situation the chance to prosper for whatever it is worth due to my strong faith on some matters that my gut feel has been telling me about. When things that I wasn’t expecting at all eventually happened, however, that sealed the case.
I find it so funny that after all these years, nothing much has changed, really. It looked like fate has intervened again in my favor. Too good I didn’t take the bait at once with all those exchanged repronouncements of love. I’ve been there and I knew how it felt like to be walking on egg shells just because I didn’t know exactly where I stood.
Thus, I am choosing to do the right thing and stand my ground despite his seeming goodness in mind, heart, and character. In the end, I know I’ll still be proven right for not going for it. Not yet, not at this time. Despite the hurt, I am still glad that the truth has finally set me free! Love is not always sweeter the second time around but as the cliche goes, having loved and lost is far better than not having loved at all.
Now, I’d rather wear my heart on my sleeve than keep it bottled up in a sea of deep sadness and regret. After all, I still believe in love and forever.
