LOVE ACTUALLY, AGAIN

(June 11, 2013 at 4:24pm)

Whether or not you are authentic romantic, love is always an endless topic. A topic of which man has two choices: love it or hate it. The way a lover’s explanation varies.

In this lovely world love is truly more complex than anything. The reason why The Four Aces sang it in closed eyes that it’s a many-splendored thing. Take it from me, it’s the most enduring. One may forget it for a while but it’ll always keep on returning.

Like the fleeting memories of love featuring old friends in school in the photo below, not above. I rolled down in laughter yesterday upon seeing it for the first time when from cyberspace I had it grabbed.

I’m still amused with our faces and poses there because while I think majority in us were still asking then, “What is love.”  Little did I know then that one of our classmates present there had a child along she tagged, a fruit of her labor, wonderfully made in love.

One of my most feared in life is when the time comes the past would catch up on me if not it did already. Truly, we can never undo things we did then thoughtlessly unlike what we normally do with mistakes with our e-gadgets today.

It’s pretty scary even to imagine when someday, heaven permits, in your high school seventieth anniversary, you found yourself one of only two present but you’re so aghast you could not found her face anywhere in memory.

And you would play along for a while; engage her in a light talk, hoping her name would spark eventually. However, no matter how hard you tried, nothing in your brain about her in there making you so mad inside.

Finally, exasperated as you face the truth, and since you both knew you’re octogenarians you admit to her your memory loss. The scariest part there is, when you ask her name in your most gentlemanly gesture, she would tell you straight from the heart, her soul’s so sure, that she was once your girlfriend and you never had any closure.

Ahh, the childhood’s foolishness, the sins of the young and promiscuity of the youth. Just when you think you had them all wrapped up, they haunt you back, you're "lucky" if you're just shot in the foot.

It’s because you thought what you have had spread abroad in the olden times through good or bad were already the so called true love, and one rising above. Forgetting that despite those things you were and are still alive because of Someone Who is higher than the highest, greater than the great, called the Champion of Love.