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Monday, July 27, 2009

This is the story of my friend Mari who fell in love with the wrong man at the wrong time. Let’s find out if that man is really wrong for her.

“My name is Mari. I’m seventeen years of age, 5’ flat. I’m a BS Nursing student. I’m friendly, loving and sweet, as my friends describe me. I’m not looking for love: it came up to me straight in the face and gave me a slap.

I met him when I was in my first year, in an event my best friend Vita and I attended. I never paid attention to RR, that’s his name. Yes, he was popular in his group, but I wasn’t interested in him. I have to admit, though, that he was indeed kind and accommodating. Vita, RR and I clicked as friends. We became contacts and colleagues.”

So, that was all it was about. They started as friends, good friends and ended up with something hovering between friendship and love.

“Vita told me she has a crush on RR. I wasn’t affected because at that time, I was smitten by a guitarist named Karl. RR was closer to me that time. We were happy with our pairings until Vita became Karl’s favorite singer. Vita’s attention shifted from RR to Karl. That was okay with me. It was just a crush.

Karl eventually found a new love which unfortunately was not Vita. My best friend got hurt so I tried my best to help her forget.

Medical University Week came and we all became busy. Vita was nursing her wounds, and I became drawn to a cute Korean boy named Jared. RR and I met at times, and I even introduced him to my circle of friends and to my male best friend with the same name as his. It was nothing to both of us. We were teasing each other whose turn was it to treat the other for an ice cream cone. There was no malice. We even treated each other as brothers and sisters.

Days passed, and it was my turn to fix a broken heart: my broken heart. Jared left for his country, and my heart was shattered to pieces. Vita was there cheering me up. RR even knew of my sorrow of watching Jared go.”

Time heals all wounds right?

“Yes, time healed my wounds. RR and I became special text friends. We started out with jokes, and ended up with sweeter lines. We were both single, both looking for someone to love. RR even asked me if I wanted him to be my boyfriend. I refused because I wasn’t ready at that time. I just assured him that I love him. If he had only waited enough, it would have been the two of us now.”

But what happened?

“RR’s course requires a year of internship. He became so busy that he wasn’t able to find time for me anymore. I saw him at times, but he was busy. He was either with his friends or finishing his duty. I understood. I know I would experience the same degree of toxicity when I proceed to my higher years.

But RR became cranky. He was so engrossed with his duty that he forgot me. One day, I called him up to our classroom so that we could talk. He told me he was coming so I waited for him I waited for more than an hour. He didn’t come.

I tried my best not to pass by him for nearly a week because I was clearly hurt. However, one time when he smiled at me, my anger vanished into thin air. That was when I realized I’m in love with him.”

AWWWW. 

“I tried to talk to him, but he wasn’t replying to my messages. When I switch numbers on him, he replies: because he wants to know who was texting him. Otherwise, he never sends a text message. One time when I used my other number, he told me a bad word just because I wasn’t telling my name. Can you blame me? He only sends messages to strangers. After that incident, until now, he doesn’t call me.”

So what now?

“I don’t know. I love him, but I’m not sure if he loves me too. I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

I don’t know what will happen to Mari and RR now. But I believe that they would someday find a closure to their love. Or shall I say Mari’s love.

Mari is asking for your advice. If you have anything to tell her, please email me (the author) at peachesncream74@gmail.com. Rest assured it would reach her. Thanks. 