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"If we take man as he is, we make him worse, but if we take man as he should be, we make him capable of becoming what he can be."
-Viktor Frankl
Monday, July 26, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
a letter to hbt
hbt,
i distinctly remember that afternoon at Starbucks in 2008 when we first met. how could i forget, it was awkward--i did all the talking while you just smiled and listened. then i didn't hear from you after.
march 2009, i chanced upon your facebook page (how gen Y), and despite my general rule of not engaging with one-off dates, i seized the chance to send you a message.
before i knew it, we were watching our first movie. which was followed by a hundred more.
at our best, we were the best of friends. months passed by unnoticed and i enjoyed the time with you. finally, i thought, i am forgiven for the imperfect person that i am. whether we were watching a movie, hanging out at coffee shops, driving or walking around, i didn't mind; i had you beside me. i would often joke about you dumping me a year back.
i might have not said it before, but i thought it was sweet when you decided i should meet your friends. meeting them made me realize more what i liked about you: you were smart, funny, and a bit weird (cute, is a given), more than your friends could ever be.
i understood your family, what with all their quirks. i love that you love/hate them as much as i love/hate mine at times.
i looked forward to Christmas, your birthday, and yes, even that stupid Valentines' day, because when i woke up to those days, i had you to celebrate them with.
we had our rough times, i admit, and more than once, we exhausted each others' patience. i know fully well you hated drama, but in my book, it was never drama, but the fire that separates the scum from the gold that is us. we always managed to get through them.
i appreciated every little thing you did, how you'd squeeze my hand when we're in the middle of a movie, or how you'd stay up late with me, despite our conflicting body clocks. the things you gave me are of less value to me than the time you decided to spend with me, because i know how much toll your work and family has on you.
four months ago, i couldn't quite grasp it when you told me you knew we would never last. to say i was blind-sided is an understatement. i never saw the end of 'us.' you left, and it crushed me.
memories still creep on me from time to time. the proximity of our offices doesn't help either. there is always a song, a movie, a place, a person, that reminds me of you. i beat myself up for being selfish. you deserve to be happy, even if it's not with me.
i sometimes imagine that by some twist of fate, we'll still end up together but hope is a dangerous thing to trust. hope is vague and oftentimes not grounded on reality.
we were great together, hbt. and i miss the hbs that i was with you.
-hbs
i distinctly remember that afternoon at Starbucks in 2008 when we first met. how could i forget, it was awkward--i did all the talking while you just smiled and listened. then i didn't hear from you after.
march 2009, i chanced upon your facebook page (how gen Y), and despite my general rule of not engaging with one-off dates, i seized the chance to send you a message.
before i knew it, we were watching our first movie. which was followed by a hundred more.
at our best, we were the best of friends. months passed by unnoticed and i enjoyed the time with you. finally, i thought, i am forgiven for the imperfect person that i am. whether we were watching a movie, hanging out at coffee shops, driving or walking around, i didn't mind; i had you beside me. i would often joke about you dumping me a year back.
i might have not said it before, but i thought it was sweet when you decided i should meet your friends. meeting them made me realize more what i liked about you: you were smart, funny, and a bit weird (cute, is a given), more than your friends could ever be.
i understood your family, what with all their quirks. i love that you love/hate them as much as i love/hate mine at times.
i looked forward to Christmas, your birthday, and yes, even that stupid Valentines' day, because when i woke up to those days, i had you to celebrate them with.
we had our rough times, i admit, and more than once, we exhausted each others' patience. i know fully well you hated drama, but in my book, it was never drama, but the fire that separates the scum from the gold that is us. we always managed to get through them.
i appreciated every little thing you did, how you'd squeeze my hand when we're in the middle of a movie, or how you'd stay up late with me, despite our conflicting body clocks. the things you gave me are of less value to me than the time you decided to spend with me, because i know how much toll your work and family has on you.
four months ago, i couldn't quite grasp it when you told me you knew we would never last. to say i was blind-sided is an understatement. i never saw the end of 'us.' you left, and it crushed me.
memories still creep on me from time to time. the proximity of our offices doesn't help either. there is always a song, a movie, a place, a person, that reminds me of you. i beat myself up for being selfish. you deserve to be happy, even if it's not with me.
i sometimes imagine that by some twist of fate, we'll still end up together but hope is a dangerous thing to trust. hope is vague and oftentimes not grounded on reality.
we were great together, hbt. and i miss the hbs that i was with you.
-hbs
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