Love is not about being with the person you love. It’s about giving them the freedom to choose.
I had prepared myself for the worst, so there was no point in dwelling over it. The more I thought about it, the more my heart felt heavier. I wanted to run away, to erase his memory from my brain. I was staring at nothing the whole time, still trying to figure out why this had happened. Everything was so perfect. Then I realized that that had been the problem. Everything had been too perfect. It was scary. I guess he had the same feeling I had, that everything was just too good to be true. We would be living in a lie as we did start our relationship with one.
I felt happy that for once he’d sacrificed his own happiness for the sake of another person. At least he learned a thing or two from being with me. It would be for the better good. Both of us knew that by being together, we would hurt the people we cared about. We would hinder other people in their pursuit for happiness if we continued.
Deep inside, I’d known from the beginning, the moment he asked me to be his girlfriend, that this was bound to happen. I guess the art of letting go indeed is the greatest gift that you could give to someone you love so much that you’re willing to sacrifice your own happiness.
The time he was chasing me, I’d been stubborn and pushed him away. And the moment I realized that I wanted to give up everything just to be with him, he’d decided to let go and do the noble thing. We were just going in circles. We just can’t meet at the same point, huh? It’s like the universe is not yet ready for our love story. I stopped to stare at the sight of Isla Puerco one last time and all of our memories together flashed back in an instant. With that, I felt the warmth flowing down on my cheeks. He’s gone. I told myself as I started to cry.
“I just love you too damn much, playboy. “
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