Summer Love

A friend of mine knew that I had a hidden desire for someone that he sent me a message on my phone saying:

"There is 45% chance to feel shy when in near you, 15% chance to regret when far behind, 25% chance to suddenly become temporary deaf when talking with one another, and 15% chance feeling uncomfortable when having eye to eye contact, a total of 100% in love."

With that, I can totally relate although the percentage of chances is not likely to be accurate. Let's say you have been loved back... ok it's me! and this is my story... let me refrain that, I have been loved back -- at last! -- so here is my story but please allow me to use the words summer-love to hide the identity of the involve person. 

Summer of 2006 I went to Malaybalay, Bukidnon to spend the rest of my summer, after a week a new comers had arrived on the camp site and I didn't expect that one of those campers will definitely be my summer-love. We introduced ourselves and that how it started our relationship as friend (not that fast). I didn't noticed but as we make bondings day by day we became more closer with each other until both of us realized that we are (duh!) in love. Every night we always had a talk before going to sleep, there is something with those eyes whenever I stared on it that is different from the first time we met, there was happiness and like it was looking me down to my soul. We shared so many happy memories, we shared each others' laughter, and stories in our lives, those were the days. But everything has to come to an end, or maybe not, but ours had just ended like the summer. It was on the first week of June, it's night and my summer-love had departed the camp site. I went outside and walk far away so that I won't see my summer-love leaving. The morning after I just realized that what I did is a total stupidity, I cried it out of course, until I run out of tears. We both have our phone numbers but non of us has attempted to make communication, I was just thinking maybe my summer-love got disappointed at me and maybe that love wasn't really meant for me. I didn't pursue for it, I just satisfied my self with those memories that I will keep for the rest of my life. My summer-love was my first and my recent, right now I just want to stay footloose and fancy free, like what I've said on my previous post "wounded knees are easier to heal than a wounded heart" I thought I already get over from it but I was wrong to think of that coz while I'm doing this post I just noticed that my eyes were getting teary, it's so true that FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES. By the way, thank you for having some time to read my blog.