Friday, October 08, 2010

A Love Lost

It was the 13th of July 2010 when I entered the gates of my new found job. It was a job I longed for months. God blessed me with an amazing company and working environment. I am very grateful to Him for this gift.
It was when I met him. He was my student for the second hour. He would always wear a cap. He seemed meek and timid so I tried my best to be conversant and bubbly as possible to omit the awkwardness coupled with the first meeting. I didn't know why but I would feel a sense of frisson everytime I enter his class. I would tell my friends about our conversations and they would insist that I like him. Maybe I did. But then the problem is that he is not a Christian. He goes to a Christian church but he doesn't believe in God. When the conversation topic would be all about love, I would always ask him about his past relationships, and then he would ask me about mine. I would usually ignore it or change the subject, until I prayed to God and asked Him what I should do. I told him the truth. I said that I don't plan to have boyfriends until I reach the age of 26 because I don't want to be selfish. I want my family's finances to be stable first before I search for my own happiness. He understood and we proceeded with our conversations.
He said that I was the kind of girl he would want to marry except that he wanted his wife to be a social drinker and would be able to tolerate a certain amount of alcohol. He would always stare at me and I would either get annoyed or irritated. I told him to stop staring at me and stop telling me I'm pretty or that I'm an angel. He laughed.
I never appreciated his little actions until the time when he suddenly broke the news that he was going home sooner than expected. It was hard for me to accept but it was harder for my 2 co-teachers whom he spent his 6 months with. I didn't know how to react. It was hard and difficult. They were crying. I was baffled. Four days before he left, I woke up at 3am in the morning, went to the balcony and cried. It was at that moment that I reminisced my encounters with him and then it hit me like an anvil pounding on my head that he was really leaving.
We went to samal island and held a farewell party 2 days before he left. We stayed there overnight. They cooked samgyupsal. He was feeding me from time to time and even made a lettuce wrap for me. I really appreciated it. He showed me his magic tricks. We played games and the consequence of the one who lost will be hit. He wanted me to get hit because he thinks I'll learn to be stronger that way.
Then October 7, 2010 came. His final day in the Philippines. I would never forget his simple act of kindness by putting the straw on my drink and offering it to me. Then I hugged him before he left.

Now, I'm praying for him. Hopefully, God will give him guidance. And I pray that he would know God and accept Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior. If that happens and we meet each other 5 years from now, maybe something can happen. Only God knows... I'll leave it all up to him, and do my part and have faith in Him and His plans~

by jiL at 9:40 PM |