Windchimes

January 22, 2008

it’s gonna be alright.

Filed under: Doodles, Blabs and Rants — didee @ 5:19 pm

I’ve asked him, “Are you sure? Will you change your mind?”

We have plans now of him coming here, look for work and see where the road will take us, what life has in store for us here away from the familiar.

I’ve never explicitly asked him to come with me, though I couldn’t restrain myself from smiling a huge one when he mentioned that he does see himself working here, experiencing life here, giving it a try. I didn’t ask because I know how much things meant to him back home. The people and the job that nurtured him after he got out from the seminary. I can’t ask him to give them up.

I didn’t ask but perhaps unconsciously I did. Sometimes if you really know the person, words need not be spoken for you to know what would make that person happy. It’s the ultimate of all conversations, when no words were spoken yet you get to exchange volumes.

The infinite loop of question and answer :
“What would make you happy?”
with the answer, “To see you happy. What would make you happy?”
then receiving, “to see you happy.”

So I asked him again last night while he’s at work and I’m lounging on my bed.

Are you sure? Will you change your mind?”

(Will you change your mind? Such a childish question to ask. But oh too late)

He answered me with a question, “How sure were you when you decided to go there?”

“I wasn’t 100% sure, I was scared out of my wits, but my heart was at peace.”

And he said, “Same with me, I want to be there. Be where you are, yet I have my fears too. But you’re gonna be there, and things will be alright. I’m not gonna change my mind, lets hope fate agrees with our plans”

It takes a real man to admit that he’s afraid, but it takes a better man to face these fears head on.

I may not have much, but I have two small hands to hold his as we face these fears that are also familiar with me. And yes, I’ll do my best to make things alright. Everything may not be all right, but we’re gonna be alright.

“Are you happy?”

“I am”

“Then things are gonna be alright.”

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8 Comments »

  1. wahhhhhhh… super kilig. 🙂

    Comment by isza — January 22, 2008 @ 7:43 pm

  2. haha… dah gugma gugma pa 🙂

    Comment by didee — January 22, 2008 @ 7:52 pm

  3. ang gugma kung malabian makabuang.. kung makuwangan makabuang gihapon.. it’s alright to be crazy about love.. it is after all, the only thing that glue humans together.

    your guy, i am very convinced love you to pieces.

    pwamis.. 🙂

    long hair kaayo ka noh? heheheh.. 🙂

    mangape ta nah..

    Comment by isza — January 23, 2008 @ 12:35 pm

  4. thanks mai 🙂

    yes love… it brings us to the extremes! hehehe 🙂

    tara! kape! kape! chika! chika!

    (i wish huhuhu)

    Comment by didee — January 23, 2008 @ 1:41 pm

  5. i’m very sure you will be able to take care of him 100 x 100 x 100 %. you are sweet and responsible but crazy with your hair. pakasal na dayon.

    Comment by konsuy — January 23, 2008 @ 4:30 pm

  6. awwww…touching pd ni oi. i hope all goes well for the both of you. ur both good at taking care of each other. 🙂

    Comment by kaith — January 23, 2008 @ 5:09 pm

  7. haha.. thanks chi! wow! i need that boost of confidence, ampo jud mi ani taman sa ginhawa hehehe… 🙂
    to see how happy you are with your family and how you told me how you wanted to have done it “sooner”, maka-look forward man sd ta ana oi hahaha… (ahem no pressure)….

    Comment by didee — January 23, 2008 @ 5:23 pm

  8. thanks kaith .. 🙂 im sure gonna tell your friend that , he would be so happy heheh 🙂

    Comment by didee — January 23, 2008 @ 5:25 pm


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