As I was mindlessly playing with my iPad, I opened this certain app “Timehop”, which showed me events of the same date that happened a year, 3 years, and 5 years ago.
8 years ago
My sister got married and looking at the picture from Timehop, a lot has changed. We all grew up and 3 Ramos siblings had their hearts broken.
At the exact same time, Ryan decided to call it quits but he still came to Ate’s wedding for old time’s sake. Looking back now, I still don’t know how I got through that day without tears falling from my eyes. My heart was breaking into a million pieces and I couldn’t do anything then but to survive that day. God knows how much I fought hard for him to stay but I guess, he wasn’t happy anymore and I had to let him go.
8 years had gone… it hadn’t been easy but I certainly won’t let it kill me.
Those 8 years taught me a lot especially about myself, and if I have the power to go back and change anything, I wouldn’t. I may have lost my first love but I gained so much more in the process of healing myself and picking up the pieces of my heart.
It was indeed a painful process that I hope I get to experience only once in my life. More so, I am proud of who and what I’ve become after all these years of struggling to find myself again and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
There hasn’t been any last love yet and it’s okay because there’s really no point of rushing it. It takes time for me and for him, whoever he may be, to be ready and when that time comes, we’ll both know.
“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.” – Maya Angelou
P.S. He got married just recently and truth be told, I am happy for them.
Date written: August 9, 2014