Pearl Therese Aton. 080694. sunsets. sunrises. beaches. mangoes. European culture. old pages of books. rainy afternoons with hot chocolate. comfortable silence. romantic-comedy movies. Archie comcs. old maps. travelling. Chuck x Blair. writing. astronomy. family. friends. God. city lights. freedom. pretty cupcakes. classic cartoon movies. Victorian architecture. cotton candies. bubbles. sky lanterns. puppies. vintage cameras. the beauty of life.
They say that all the difficulties in life can be handled easily as long as you’ve got a strong support group. And by saying “support group” they meant your friends and your complete family. Well, I guess I had them all. My friends were the best-est ever and my family was… well everything was great until my father decided to detach himself from the once happy family.
Eight years ago, I had the happiest family there ever was. My friends even envied me back then. My family and I used to hit the beach every weekends. We get to go camping on vacations, picnics on Sundays and movie nights on Fridays. That’s what my friends are mostly jealous of. We used to spend a lot of time with each other and we used to have so much fun unlike them.
They say that one of the most painful things when you love someone is having to see them walk away after all the things you have been through together. Well for some it may be true but for others, there’s something much more painful than that.
It was summer of 2007 when my then boyfriend of five years, Patrick Jeremy Carter, proposed to me. It was during my cousin’s graduation party, when every member of our family was present. He felt it was the right time to ask my hand in marriage. The whole family was gathered in the dining room in my family’s ancestral house when he asked for everybody’s attention, said a few words, knelt down in front of me and opened a small blue velvet box. There I saw the most beautiful ring I have ever seen in my entire life.
“Jose, ang isang relasyon ay para sa babae at lalaki lang yan…” I remember my grandmother telling me these exact words and it made me realize how wrong people could be about their perceptions when it comes to defining love. Love for me has a more deeper meaning and it’s not just shared between a boy and a girl.
Jose Alexander Dimagiba III, pare. 31 years old. Civil Engineer. I wish I could tell you that I love going out on Saturdays, hooking up with some girls that either I do or do not know, but no. That’s just not the way how I spend my life.
So this is how married life is? Oh my gas. It probably has to be the best thing that has ever happened to me. We started out as friends but not just any kind of friends. Actually, we have this kind of love-hate relationship way back in high school. We both share the same thing. It’s the fact that we hate each other so much to the point that we want to plan each other’s memorial plans and kill each other to be done with it.