Why First Love Never Dies

ImageImage

ImageImage

(Photos from The Notebook movie, 2004)

“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever…”

 – Noah Calhoun, The Notebook

Nicholas Sparks

Not only does first love, but also true love never dies! I couldn’t believe how miracles happen because of two persons having the best feeling in the world. No matter how hard or worst situations become, or how far the two people is away from one another, love remains constant and also grows.

There are a lot of times I cried with all my heart as I put myself in the shoes of Mrs. Allie Calhoun, the former Miss Allie Hamilton. Whenever I watch films, I always see to it that I am the protagonist. I am the protagonist in whatever situation that may seem so I really felt that spectacular feeling to be with the one I love, whom I can share my life with. And how life-changing it is to be away from him for years but the love still goes on…

How I love romance stories, esp. those of Nicholas Sparks! Tragic, yet, unconditional. I wouldn’t think twice if those kinds of love still exist nowadays because I admit to being a witness to them – my mom and dad’s unconditional love. Moreover, I knew it. Now that I am eighteen years of age, I already found my own…my only first and true love. First love and true love have been widely discussed in all forms by people in different walks of life. What is really true or when does one really ends? But for me, both go along with one another. That, you can’t call it “love” if it was never true. Just think about the logic. You must not call it “love” if it didn’t exist or you must know it only when you found it at the second time in a different person. Whatever your views are, I believe that first love is true…or LOVE is true.

Today marks the eleventh month of our love. We may have gone through our separate ways for peculiar reasons, as I’ve said, these cannot impede the love that we have. Like Noah and Allie, our youth was one of the best time of our lives. This was when we first laid eyes on one another; when we first felt the ecstatic moments of being in love and when we first learned how to wipe each others’ tears every time the world could seem crashing, too.

He was my first love – the only man who could make me laugh when I am bursting out of anger. He was my bodyguard – who protects me in from all intents and purposes. He was my best buddy – all the days of our lives can’t pass without us, eating together or talking silly little things. He was my diary – when days or nights become richer or fuller, I wrote to him through his heart. We may be far away from each other every night, our senses are present while the moon up above is gleaming to us. Finally, he was, he is and he will be my forever ONE, TRUE LOVE. 11 months and still counting, GOD is our witness. Decades will past but our love for each other will last.

It’s a miracle, then, how this (The Notebook) movie had made me realize how blessed I am to have him in my life. Now, I think, I got the greatest gift! He is my treasure, my life’s only wish. I would forever love and cherish him. We would continue venturing to our MORE than forever journey.

You want to join us? Watch the movie, first, and be amazed how pure, kind and patient love is! Thanks. 🙂

(To my one true love, happy 11th! Sorry for the times that you feel I seem too far away. You know I am just so close to you, listening to the beating of your heart. No days or nights had passed that you didn’t cross my mind. We may have fought and will still fight, but always remember that our love is the strongest among all! Stay tough, my love. Love endures. Love waits. Love lasts. And love will keep us alive! Ha-Ha!)

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Advertisements

Diary 101

Conversation deleted. 

It would be a violation of our privacy to blog this, but I cannot think anything better than release it here and pray to GOD. The clock is ticking; I switched off my air-cooling system. Just to get a grip on my laptop and write everything, I am standing this suffocation inside my room.

12:09AM – I opened my Facebook account and finally decided to change a portion of it, back from what it has been before. Tomorrow, I think, it would break the whole world. (No, I am not a Hollywood star or something that they stalk me and my profile 24/7) What I meant was, many would blabber about that.

12:15AM – I finished typing the paragraph above this one, and, yet, I haven’t gone to what I am supposed to say. Okay, here we go….

Never did someone called me into names that hurt me. Never did someone caused so much pain inflicting words to me. Yes, I admit to being tactless at times. As a human, let me recount my verdict…whenever I hear names or events that I don’t like, I tend to be talkative until the person whom I talk to become annoyed, or worst, become mad at me like there’s a halo of fire above his head. That is why, in return, I was caught off guard with a bullet hitting me bull’s eye. Wow! That is just magnificent.

I dubbed myself as the “SARCASM QUEEN” and someone hated me for that. Who’d have loved somebody who speaks of irony that  you’d not believe his sincerity in the end? Nobody.

Pardon me.

Who’d have dealt with someone who is argumentative? Never would anyone waste time on a person who likes talking about ‘nonsense things.’

Who’d have dealt with someone who is moody? Never would anyone lose his crafts and play nuts with someone. Who is he, by the way? I am not him.

Who’d have dealt with someone who is childlike? Being childlike is different from being childish. These two things have different meanings –  the latter is thinking and acting like a child, while the first one is just mimicking what a child does. Never would anyone push his luck on acting like a babysitter to someone who acts like a child.

Who’d have dealt with someone who thinks that walking away is the best answer to heal all the wounds? If love is true, then, it must be endless; it can stand the test of time.

12:28AM – I am still typing, while the LED lighting of my smartphone is blinking amber. Wait, do I need to recharge it? Not, yet. Keep on typing, Sam. My dear readers, please let me. This is the only way where I can find myself. I need to find myself, I am lost. If only I can talk to anyone who can make me feel better, I will. But I exceeded my unlimited call’s normal terms of usage, and this is my last option.

Whenever I hear such things, I tend to be silent until the words sink in to me. Holding a grudge isn’t right, that is what my father always tell me. If you want to live a peaceful life, set things free. All right, so as of now, I already cleared my mind in preparation of the moving on process. You are an avid reader of my blogs if you remember this line from me, “If someone throws you a stone, throw back a bread, instead.” It really is painful and inappropriate to hear one-shot bullet of words from the lips of an angel. And knowing that the reason behind your being tactless are the same reasons of your old arguments.

They say, past is senseless. But for me, past is the connection between the present and the past present. If you say that past is not important, then, there could be no time at all or time is not passing by; the earth is not rotating on its axis and it is not revolving around the sun.

No one would say “I miss you” to someone they just bump into a street in their first meeting. No one would reminisce the old, good times. Am I making sense here? If there is no past connection between two persons, there is no ‘missing you’ at all. So, past matters. Long live, Marshall Matthers.

12:43AM – I turned on my air-conditioning system, in exchange of my electric fan.

As far as I can remember, this is the first time that I got busted on blogging per pressure, or, if not, maybe the third or fourth?

12:47AM – I am supposed to be blogging, directly. Go direct to the point, Sam!

Well, thank you. Thank you for interfering with me. I know I am not perfect. There are things that I can’t help but argue with you. You already know the reasons why. Then, again, if it’s for the best, let’s go for a change, or let me find myself and admit my faults. At this point in time, I already did and I prayed for us. You even seemed to misinterpret that, again. I am so sorry. Man, I cannot blame you, eh? If it is not because of my being childlike, moody, jealous, argumentative, we would’t fall of that issue between a world-class concert and a concert for all. Yes, we differ. MUSIC has a deeper meaning to me, or not to you? It comes from the heart and not for mere entertainment. Howdy? How ridiculous it is to lose our nerves for an excellent and renowned artist worldwide to a babe who is just getting there to the arena and make music for LOL? I hate it when I argue with you. Because when I do, I get a personal attack, in return. Whenever I critic the people you idolize, I just got a bad back. Sorry, please forgive me. I didn’t mean them. You know the reasons why.

That’s why I am loosening the belt. You have your time, go find your happiness, and fight for it! Even if it would cause you a dime, why not? Even if I would be the dime, why not? Spades, tsk tsk…

Remember that the only reason why we’ve been going through this over and over is because of our ineffective delinquent solutions. I messed up, you messed up so we cut the rope. Sobresaliente!

1:01AM – May you have a peaceful sleep, dear friend. Thanks for your consideration. I need a rest, too.

(Dear readers, I’ll get back to you soon, I promise. Thank you for dropping by. Salamat sa pagdamay!)

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Samantha SCD

Samantha SCD

ORIGINAL TEXT: “The causes of break-ups are not merely the ‘little, nonsense arguments.’ Little did we know, these blabber-to-death-because-a-cat-was-killed topics, for instance, are funny and weird to talk upon in a normal situation. But as we dig deeply behind the reasons of our argument, you will know what and who are you fighting for.”

by: Samantha C. De Guzman
(NO PLAGIARISM)

More than…ETERNITY.

Starting today, everything will be different. The fact that I am writing this instead of finishing my exams makes it a lot more different than the previous months. You know that I blog per pressure, but this time, I feel so numb that I can write without tears pouring down from my very eyes.

For over a year, I’ve had countless arguments – mostly small and few of them were pretty small that you’ll soon realize that they are not worth talking about. I admit to being an argumentative person, especially when I already knew the truth, and yet, things like that are kept hidden to me. Yes, I am argumentative but I do not like arguments as much as I love discussing issues over and over.

Up to now, one thing is banging my head and I am not certain on how to address this, that is why I keep on typing words here. If I go straight to the point, what is the point of blogging? But tonight, my mind was cleared. Letting go is not the answer; walking away is my response.

We have been together for so long and I wouldn’t write here how long that was. Consequently, all conflicts were solved, efficiently. It has been a part of ours to have these so-called “quarrels” for they made us even a stronger couple. But one day came that I had remained silent…so silent than the dusky, summer night.

Maybe this is the best option for the both of us; maybe this is the right time to walk away; maybe letting go is the answer to this dilemma; maybe this has been haunting us from the beginning and we need to finish it; maybe forgetting can be the start of another beginning.

The unspoken thoughts and fuzzy feelings are unfolding. The rain is pouring over the roof of uncertainties. Oh, rain, can you take me away? Make my soul pour over like a raindrop to his head, and from his head down to the sole of his feet. I want to feel him, again, even for the last time. And soon as I leave his glorious body and found the cold, wet ground, make me flow until I no longer can for I already precipitated. One day that I, again, reached the clouds, do not let me fall. Please give me that enormous feeling that I will get to see his face from up above. The connection between the sky and his sight will be no less than amazing and I couldn’t be more thankful than that.

The thought of parting ways has a different vision to me like that of a raindrop. He might have tried to let go of me, as the raindrop flowed quickly down his feet, I will still go back to him in another form. Up in the sky, I am watching him. And I will be glad one day that I will be with him, again, without him noticing that it was me, the old raindrop – the same girl he used to love before.

Many droplets will come to him for years, I know. As long rain exists, so do I. And even if the sun has set, I will always wish for a rain. Now that it is raining, wherever he is, I hope he is out there, waiting for a single drop of rain to pour down from his head. You have no idea how much I miss this man, that I am going to take risks just to be with him, again, and forever. If my life was life was all I had, how could not I offer it for him?

If he is reading this now, hand him a white cloth. I do not want him crying over this letter or so. Please wipe his tears, if he ever cried. For a moment, comfort him. Tell him I’ll be there at any minute he wishes me to. For I am just up above, watching him and waiting for another rain to come so I can be with him again for more than…ETERNITY.

sweetestcouple

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)