I have formally met this man a year and a half ago. I have known him for some time though from afar, but I never had a chance to personally talk to him. He was unreachable then until that formal introduction. We were introduced by his boss whom I was barely acquainted to. Since then, his boss (and all other persons who knew both of us) has been playing matchmaker. And every time I met those people or got a call from them, we would chat and stop for a while and they would tease me about him. I am happy because through this man, I get to have a chance to know these wonderful people, to share a good laugh with them and to cherish an enjoyable conversation with them. I wouldn’t have a chance to rub elbows with these great people if not because of this man. I wish them to be my friends for life. I have many friends, but I only have few friends for life. Hope you got the difference. :’)
Ironic as it may be, this man seems to be an elusive man. Hard to pin down. Mysterious. I can’t get closer to him. I can’t get into him. He is still unreachable. He manages to build a wall around him, which makes it harder to know him. I was forbidden to call. I was forbidden to do missed calls. I was even forbidden to post status updates about him because he was ashamed to people who might know it was about him. (When he sent me that message I made a firm promise to be someone that my man would be proud of! What are my strategies how to achieve it? Well, that’s another blog to read.) What’s left is sending text messages to him, but even that I seldom received replies. Whenever he managed to reply, it was sheer happiness to me. Exaggerated? Nope. But to be honest, his replies makes me happy. That’s it. I hate it when someone is telling me what to do and what not to do. I just don’t understand why I obeyed his rules nevertheless.
He is interesting, I must admit that. He is the complete opposite of me. People around him have only good things to say about him, while people around me have all the bad things to say about me. He is a saint-like person, I’m a perpetual sinner. He is a goody-good stuff; I’m the rotten-one. He lives uprightly; I’m living a not-so-decent life (so they say). People say he is a responsible man, while I can’t even make myself accountable on my own disrespectful acts. Damn. Just realized that I’m not even worthy to be his friend.
A friend told me to always look on the brighter side. Well in this case, there are a lot of good things happened (is happening and will be happening) since I met this man. First, I have gained more acquaintances and more friends through him. One of them is now my confidant. We got to talk not only about him, but also about life, about family, about my relationship with Him, about work, about friendship and about anything under the sun.
Second, during one of our rare chats, I have learned about his passionate love to his mother which made me remember my own mother. I always love my mother. She knew how much I love her. Nanay and I (and even the whole family) has been very vocal about our love for each other. We were never ashamed to say and to declare to the whole world how much we love each other. I have even dedicated a blog about her. (Just check my archive.) But my point here is this: men who love their mothers are good men. Hope he’s no mama’s boy.
And I guess unknowingly he taught me what patience and chastity are all about. Enough said.
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