Let me tell you about my most recent love story.
The last time we met was over a decade ago and the romance was shortlived. But just last year, from out of nowhere, she entered my mind again. And I realized that I terribly missed being with her.
As time went by, and as more and more stress, frustrations and disappointments piled up at work, my longingness for her intensified. So, early this year, when I found out that my immigration application was approved, I immediately wrote a letter professing how I wanted, no, needed to be with her once again. And she accepted with no less than open arms.
After so many years, we were together again.
The first morning I woke up with her, it felt like heaven. It’s like I have always known, yet have also forgotten how it felt to have her close to me.
On nights, we’d stay up until the wee hours, never running out of things to do. And on mornings, we’d stay lazy in bed almost always until noon. We would do anything we wanted, spent the day anyhow we wished, go anywhere our whims took us.
I was, after so many years, living life again.
But ultimately, at the back of my mind, I knew that this whirlwind of a romance was bound to end. For I knew I was going to leave soon and start my life anew without her.
So as I counted down the months as they turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into days, until the day came when I had to fly off, we said our goodbyes, holding on to the memories of the last couple of fun-filled months that we shared. I still wanted to be with her yet I knew, for my sake, I had to end it.
But I couldn’t.
After a little over a month in a new country that’s 8,158.49 miles away from home, we’re still virtually together.
Everyday for the past month, I have tried every way to break up with her but I always end up unsuccessful.
She would constantly remind me of what my life is like being in a relationship with her, and though I admit that it was fun while it lasted, the thought of continuing on that kind of life now scares me because I won’t be able to keep up with it.
Being with her now causes me lethargic mornings, anxious days, and sleepless nights. The stress and the frustrations, the reasons why I sought her out in the first place, have crept back in.
I am almost at the end of my rope and I need her gone. Soon.
My love story with her has yet to end as I write this journal. But I wrote this so that you could take note of one of life’s biggest lessons. “Be careful what you wish for for it just might overstay its welcome.”
By the way, her name is unemployment.
And she’s one hell of a bitch to shake off.
August 6, 2010 at 12:09 pm |
Hahaha! The ending was classic. I love this. And the way you articulated your relationship was amazing! Definitely adding this to my web feeds on my phone!