One You Love

L. Oliva

Dad once told me that there are four things in life that he cannot decide for me; Religion. He raised me up as a Catholic but if ever I decide to be someone else – a Moslem, a Protestant or whatever, he told me to follow my conscience and not him; Political Affiliation. I decide for the political principles I believe in, and my idea of how society should be organized; Career. He told me it would be such a waste if I choose to make a career out of other people’s fancies; And lastly, the freedom to choose my life time partner, for I will be the one to love and live with that person, so it is really my decision to make.

The wedding march started. Elisa, my little sister will be the one walking ahead of me and will scatter the petals from where we will walk. I walked with grace and elegance as a look around the people who where standing on the sides of the aisle. In front of me stood the handsome groom, well-dressed for the occasion and smiled at us with sophistication. He was the man of my dream. The man who came first to my mind every time I recall what my Dad told me regarding the four decisions. The person I truly love.

It was on my college enrollment day when I first saw him. I never believed in love at first sight until he cheerfully smiled at me. And in that moment I felt something magical engulfing my whole body. And then the butterflies played inside my stomach. That was the first time I fell in love with him.

I never saw him after that day, I became busy with my studies. Got my self occupied with a lot of projects, term papers and reports. The school fair came and we accidentally bumped on each other. I dropped my mango shake on the ground and got my sandals wet and sticky. He pulled out his hanky and offered to me as he apologized. I went to the comfort room to fix my self and when I got out, I saw him there waiting for me and handed me a new mango shake. Our eyes met.

His phone rang and left so quickly, we forgot to properly introduce ourselves. I never saw him after that day. The rainy season came and most of the time classes were suspended. Still I went to school to get some things for references. I thought of crossing the street when I saw an old lady slipped on the wet road. I was about to run towards the old lady when someone got there first and helped her. It was him. His name is Marl and for the 2nd time I fell in love with him.

From then we became friends, he picked me up after school. We shared a lot of things in common and whatever differences we have, we can easily iron it out. One day, he told me he’s falling for someone. I asked him to describe me the person and I was surprised that I fitted on every adjective he said. He looked at me and smiled.

“Should I tell her?” he asked me

“Yes, its her right to know,” I said. “I should know”

The following day I didn’t received any word from him. I waited for him every after school hours but he never showed himself. I was depressed for a week until finally he appeared himself in front of me during my lunch break. He asked me for a short stroll but I refused.

“Have you told her?” I asked before as he walked away.

“Not yet,” he replied.

“Why?” I insisted.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Given a chance. Are you gonna stay with the one who loves you or with the one you love?” he asked me.

“Whom ever I choose. I am sure I’ll make two persons happy in favor of someone’s happiness,” I replied.

Love is full of mysteries. And from then, I learned that love isn’t really about what you feel. Its a choice… a decision of whom do you want to share the rest of your life with. And for the third time I fell in love with him.

The wedding march started. Elisa, my little sister will be the one walking ahead of me and will scatter the petals from where we will walk. I walked with grace and elegance as a look around the people who where standing on the sides of the aisle. In front of me stood the handsome groom, well-dressed for the occasion and smiled at us with sophistication. He was the man of my dream. The man who came first to my mind every time I recall what my Dad told me regarding the four decisions. The person I truly love. And behind me was Isabel, my older sister, the one he chose, his bride.

6 Comments »

  1. Jeni said

    talagang pinaglaruan mo yung iisang story ha. ang sama mo, pinapalungkot mo yung buhay ng mga characters mo, hahaha!

    T_T

  2. ~ zLa ~ said

    the first story almost made me cry pewo this one was just soooo…argh ka oli! ang lungkot!!!😥

  3. kana said

    “And behind me was Isabel, my older sister, the one he chose, her bride.”

    nalito ako bigla diyan…sino nagsabi niyan…

    napapa-aaaaaaaaaw tlga ako carrot!

  4. Denise Jane A. Ocampo said

    it was really so beautiful…man, you can write! I love it. It’s kind of hard and surprising that all these beautiful stories are from your own creative juices. Ang ganda! As what they say after a movie premier, “Sana me part three!”😀

  5. monch said

    Oli.. i’m beginning to feel so insecure.. ahehe.. but as always.. i take my hat off to every genuine talent that i encounter.. you have the knack for creating unpredictable twists and turns that really make up a good narrative.

    love it, dude!

  6. edz said

    wow.. great writing..
    although i felt sad for the main female character (the narrator)..
    but life is like that.. we all have to chose..

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