A Memoir of a Broken Heart

A Memoir of a Broken Heart

Zamboanga : Philippines | May 10, 2012 at 11:07 PM PDT
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Memoirs of a Broken Heart

While reading a novel titled “White Orchids” by Grace Livington Hill, I remembered my past melodramatic love story. A story that taught me a lot of lessons giving me reasons not to love again.

Once there was a guy who courted me. His name was Michael. He was our neighbor. He was twenty three years old. He knew my family background. He also knew that I am very close to my father. I am proud to say that I am my father’s favorite. At the age of seventeen, my father died. He died because he had a tongue cancer. I felt so lonely and empty because of what happened. I lost hope when I lost my father. My studies were affected and I wanted to stop studying. During these sorrowful days it was Michael who has given me the reason to fight. He comforted me and he explained to me why all these things are happening in my life. He was with me throughout those tough times showering me an unending care and love.

Michael patiently courted me for eight months. Through this, we came to know each other deeply. I liked his character, and I learned to trust him and love him.

Then one special afternoon, as the moon was approaching its throne and sets as it closed the day a guy with flowers knocked at the door three times. I went excitedly near the door to open it then, I found out that it was Michael. He greeted me with a sweet smile. I invited him to come inside our home and let him sit on the couch and leave him for a while to have my composure. I cannot explain the intensity I felt when he was there with me. The sadness I felt when my father died slowly fades away as I looked on the handsome face in front me. If only he knew how I wanted to say “yes” every time he visits me. Here, in my house the guy I dreamt of gives me happiness and joy. Then, a battle of war raging inside me. I could not contain the mixed emotion I was feeling. Then, when he asked me again to be his girlfriend, will I say no again? I was silent for a moment, “a moment of decision is here”, I thought. Then I smiled and say the word he was waiting… “Yes!” I said “Yes!” He got up and hugged me; he bent a little, held my hands and gently kissed them. I felt his sincerity with that simple sweet gesture of love. Read more

Dave Dave A. is based in Zamboanga, Western Mindanao, Philippines, and is a Stringer on Allvoices.
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