.:.MiRRoR of mY heArt.:.

We were merely people who work for the same company; she was a familiar face, mostly to be seen outside during fifteen minute breaks, indulging her cancer cells, while I, a reformed nicotine-dependent (ehem ehem six months na po! Bow), would simply go out to savor the company of friends who are still into the habit.

A new project launched by their department paved the way for a formal introduction. During the one-hour discussion, my shoulders shook violently with mirth as we shared funny stories here and there, of course in relation to the project at hand. We soon found out we had a lot of common friends, including a former agent of mine who is now very much busy with her new business, where she - my new friend, is a partner. I did consider their service, I still am. Then all of a sudden, while we were talking on the phone, she asked me a question I’ve been asking myself for sometime now. And I know she could sense how I’m feeling. She confirmed my thoughts without me having to utter a word. I know that she means well and that it would be right to listen to what she has to say. After all, her years have made her wise.

I then went to their pod to say goodbye for the day, when she showed a blog entry she wrote for me.

Ever After

No colored texts, no outlined stresses or phrases written out in bold.

Love is beauty in its utmost simplicity. So gentle in fact, that it comes with the softest of whispers. Yet so strong, that nothing can mar it. Not brute strength, not even sheer will. It is a fiery passion masked in feathery wisps of sighs. It is the caress of a breath against your neck, butterfly kisses against your cheek... sending shivers up your spine.

Laughter... and tears... but tears of pure happiness. How you would feel your chest tighten at the sight of real beauty.

It is the overwhelming urge to give, on your own terms, not yearning to be loved back... but being happy to simply be able to keep. It is gratitude for the bonus, that they would feel the same way.

It is the miracle that you share... everyday and every waking moment. Being attuned to each other's heartbeat as you are to the ticking of the clock.

Indescribable, determined, unweathered, strong. Love is constant.

It is a quiet knowing, that this lifetime will end... exactly as how we felt in the beginning.

(new friends are still friends... and if we can spare them from the hurt we will... but if they must, then we shall let them... for their stars will take them where their happiness has been decreed.)

honey 4/20

I was desperately trying to hold back my tears and when I finished her entry. And when I looked at her, I knew she understood completely, she just showed me a mirror of my heart. She didn’t say another word, she just smiled and we walked out of the room - I, to go home after a long tiring day, she on the other hand, to feed her cancer cells once again.