Why my first love never dies? ‘coz, so far, it's the best.
But it was really the corniest romance. Hehehe. We were spending most of the time tackling hairy math/physics problems. Not talking about the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees.
Used to istambai at the United States Information Services (USIS) library along Jones Ave (now, Osmena Blvd) infront of USC. After solving a problem, we’d then take a short break browsing thru US mags. Made plans for abroad. Oh, yes, California was our first choice. ‘coz she had many relatives there. For lunch, sometimes, we’d go to Swank Cafe along Sanciangko & Pelaez Sts. Watch a movie in Colon afterwards. Merienda at Chocolate House. Can still remember Magnolia Ice Cream (naa pa ba ni ron?) was the topping for the halo2X. Then, go to her place.
Not long after, my family learned about our relationship. Strongly opposed. Insisted that I marry a Chinese. I was a coward. Ironical for one infected with middle child syndrome.
Broke the relationship. Broke her heart.
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In my travel, sometimes dropped by fortune telling shops. The common prediction was a) sa babae – malason; b) sa pera - ezy come, ezy go. Not far from the truth.
After my first love, many loves have I. Many were student nurses. But, when they go abroad, they don’t come back anymore. Said to myself, “Maira sad. Time to look for another one”. Hehehe. Others were simply dishonest.
Even my marriage was a fiasco.
“
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit so quickly, quickly died ...”
-song line from “Yesterday When I Was Young” by Charles Aznavour
Reason always go back to where I started - memories of my first love. Haunting me. In silent reverie, would recall those wonderful moments we had together.
Sa pera, had the good life. Sent my kids to very expensive schools in Syd. Top of the range. But now, nosedived to rock bottom. Hehehe.
Been robbed by thieves from all walks of life – ex-wife, siblings, lawyers, scammers, you-name-it. Yet, to recover. Now, only left with what’s in my head. Mao ra mai di makawat.
In the autumn of my life. A lonely drifter. Posting BS in sites like this. Hehehe. Wa mai lingao.
A ship without a rudder. A barkentine looking for berth. Where will it be?