a message meant in the right time...


“message memory full” the stuff that had always annoyed me for the past month because i have no time to erase previous messages on my phone, eager to reply and read the unopened messages i was stucked for the past days, i became curious of what messages i saved for the past 3 years, and this one strucked me, this message was sent to me on May 5, 2006 and here it is: “Cinderella walked on broken glass. Sleeping beauty let a whole lifetime pass. Belle fell in love with a hideous beast. Pocahontas risked her life for a feast. Jasmine could’ve had anyone but instead chose a poor man; and Ariel walked for the first time on land. All for love and All for Life. It was all about blood, sweat and tears. Love is all about facing your biggest fears..” Indeed this is a message a person i was, thought would only happen in fairy tales, i don’t know but when i get to read it again now, it struck me in a way i never expected, i never lose my hope for love, that made me think there was a reason why this message survived my ruthless deletion of messages i haven’t even opened…

earlier while i was walking home from the second day of the mass with my friend clarisse and my brother guichu laughing about the freezing air, isse broke a question, “how are you majin?” ( that means how’s my love life) i said without thinking, and shocked by my own answer “i am happy”

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