One sunny morning, I was hanging out with my kids in the pool. Then a very interesting conversation happened. I do not recall how we ended up talking about it but my son was asking about my love stories. I then recalled the feelings of falling in love, of being in love, as well as the tears and the heartaches that go with it.
There’s a relationship that you outgrow. You think you would want to spend the rest of your life with that special someone but as you mature, you will realize that you just don’t. Maybe it is due to differences in values, priorities, and/or timing.
Sometimes you will meet someone you finally like but you will end up friend zoned. I remember this guy who would always come visit me at work, hung out with me, and called me even at night just to talk about other girls . And you realize after a while you were so stupid to listen to his crazy stories.
There are times when you meet someone and you thought you have something special. He would call you from overseas on a regular basis then one day would just disappear. You will figure out that he found someone else.
Sometimes you would think you have met your soulmate. But they don’t really stay for long.
There are unspoken feelings. Feelings you just keep to yourself. And the person would never ever know how you felt about him/her.
And there is a love meant for you.
And love never ends. It is beautiful. It is painful. It makes life meaningful.
It is true what they say. In time you will no longer feel much pain. You will keep moving. You’ll finally get used to the absence.
As much as I love him, I try not to dwell on the thought that we lost him. I try to see it in a different perspective. He lives in us, we carry him in our hearts.
I still cry but not as much as I did. When he crosses my mind I feel sad but I feel much stronger now.
Although there are moments when I can’t help the tears especially when things around me bring vivid memories of him.
Like last night my kids were playing with their Dad. My little girl was walking on his back and saying that she’s giving him a massage. I remembered during our younger days when we would do the same. Tears fell from my eyes.
Just a while ago when we were watching one of our favorite comedy shows, if featured the 1980 something show called Knight Rider. I remembered the talking black car called KITT, that drove super fast, was bulletproof, fireproof, and helped Michael fought injustices in the world. It brought up some childhood memories. My siblings and I were fond of the super powered car that we named our family car, Kit. If I remember it right, our father even put up a moving light in front of our car pretending that we’re really driving Kit! Something like this:
Every morning, to wake up my kids, I put up the curtain and let the sunlight into our bedroom. I talk to them or sing to them just the way our old man did.
I know there will be more reminders along the way. One clear proof that our love ones continue to live…
For stay at home moms out there, I know some of you can relate to this. Now that it is winter break, kids are home. I hear voices always saying, “Look Mom, Look Mom!” All at the same time. Simultaneous. While doing chores : ) It can get crazy. Need energy boosters!!!
Since I got back home, I usually feel sad, stressed out, and my temper short. I do my very best just to be a good mother although there are a lot of times my patience is being challenged.. Mind you, I generally feel happy and glad that I am back to personally take care of my family. My mother in law is still here until the end of this month as well as my mom. Maybe when things get back to normal, meaning my own established routine, and it will just be us home, slowly I will be able to have more time alone, hopefully more time to think and heal. School day starts soon and I am sure things will get back on track.
If nowadays I feel down, I know very soon I will again be the happiest.
I still count my blessings. All my friends who care, my family, my brother and sisters… And do not forget, the beer and the wine! 😉
She has changed. More gentle with words, more sensitive to people’s feelings, and considerate. Far from what I have come to know in the past. I see the efforts of being nice and civil. I feel the openness for a better relationship. And I know that she deserves the same thing. Everyday I strive to overcome certain unpleasant mental state such as annoyance or irritability that I have experienced for so many years that eventually evolved to be a natural reaction in her presence. There is a conscious effort each day to be good…
I am not sure what reminded me of this poem earlier, and it got stuck in my head. It is a very cute poem I remember from high school in my English Literature class. I must found it really nice since I can not forget it from more than two decades ago. When love was young…
Enjoy and sweetest dreams to everyone!!!!
Because You Kissed Me Good Night
by Sandy Roistan
I climbed the door
And opened the stairs
I said my pajamas
And put on my prayers
Then turned off my bed
And crawled into the light
All because you kissed me good-night
Next morning, I woke
And scrambled my shoes
Polished my eggs and
Toasted the news
I couldn’t tell my left from right
All cause you kissed me good-night.
That evening, at last,
I felt normal again
I called up my mother
and picked up the phone
I spoke to my puppy
And threw my dad a bone
Even at midnight
The sun was still bright
All because you kissed me good-night