The
mysterious hand of Fate has opened to me a new chapter in life.
A chapter
that has begun with an impeccably smooth prologue, flawlessly segueing into the
first Act, with the opening paragraph a testament to the natural beauty that
transcends the physical universe, a photorealistic painting of a dreamscape
that can only be penned in the handwriting of God.
And it has
only just begun.
For so long
I have searched, it has finally ended.
For so long
I have sought, I have to seek no more.
For so long
I have hoped, my faith has been rewarded.
The
machinations of fate have wrought a convoluted path, twisting paths paired with
perilous turns, forcing me through cycle after cycle of the same emotional tribulation.
My heart broke once, twice, until it cannot be broken any further.
Or so I
thought.
Seeing you
trapped in your own quagmire of despair, observing you struggling from the pits
of damnation you yourself have condemned yourself to, my heart broke for the
third and last time.
And it was
not even whole to start with.
I thought
my heart was shattered, pulverized, galvanized against further heartbreak.
I was
wrong.
I thought I
had completely lost faith in the institution I once held most dear.
I was
wrong.
I thought
that I had once again misunderstood the rudimentary feelings that stemmed from
such an intimate but platonic association.
Turns out
we both were wrong.
Finding
someone who shares many interests with you is uphill enough, let alone finding
another human being that is a near exact copy. The coincidences are uncanny,
the similarities are astounding. I once thought we could find similarities in
our differences, but now I realized that it is much easier to find differences
in similarities.
After all, birds of a feather flock together.
This is how
it should have been since the beginning. This is how a union should have been
since its establishment. This is how two people sharing an innate and
instrumental mental connection should function.
The output
must be squared, not paired.
For so
long, I have made the decision to be beneath the person I cared for, to be
secondary to all her interests, to essentially be a slave to her every whim. I
assumed that my actions will be reciprocated, my feelings will be returned and
my efforts will pay off.
Never have
I been so wrong.
Now, things
are different. We walk the same path together, in the same position, in step.
We are no longer in different places at the same time, neither are we veering
off from the same path as we advance forward. At last, for the first time in my
existence, I have found the bolt who would accept this nut.
The harbor to
my battleship.
The hangar
to my plane.
The yin to
my yang.
The Player
2 to my Player 1.
I rescued
you from the depths of your emotions, sheltered you from the attacking hordes
as we fled to safety, and finally told you as we emerged out into the open, out
in the free:
“Hey, the world is not so scary after all,
right?”
My
shattered heart would remain shattered, but you will be the adhesive to piece
back the remnants together.
Better
still, why don’t you be my new heart?
I have come
too far now to turn back, to step back. I will never ever let you go.
Because you
have become the most precious thing in my life now.
My bao bei.
And no
matter what happens, I will never forsake you.
That is a
promise I made to myself.
A promise
that I will keep.
Always.
