Thank You Wrong Ones

You might think that I have had so many relationships because of what I’m about to share with you. But the truth is I only fell in love once. Once, but he broke my heart into millions and millions of pieces. Made it hard for me to trust in love again. Afraid to give anyone the power to hurt me just like before. Until I met someone that I’ve grown to love too. Maybe not as intense as the love that I had for the first man in my life but just the same it was still love. You maybe are wondering why I’m speaking in past tense? Well, as you’ve guessed it, it didn’t work out also. I cried, got hurt, though not as painful as before but the bottom line is I still got bruised very badly. Okay, so you might say “Hey, cut to the chase, what is really your point huh?” My point is that I’ve failed twice maybe more than that if I’m going to include my puppy loves (Hey, it broke my then very young heart too, you know.) I got disappointed, frustrated and terribly scared. But you know what? I never stopped believing that one day I would meet the person that God created for me. That one day, I never have to say goodbye to love ever again. That our first conversation would begin with “How do you do?” and would end with “Can I spend my whole life with you?”

When everything fails, when your heart is starting to feel that it would never be mended again, the only beautiful thing that you could hold on to is not a cosmetic surgery but…HOPE. Hope that you just have to be patient and wait for your time to come. And if that happens, you would know that it was worth all the tears, pains, and all the hurt. Because you would learn that for every tear that you’ve shed, for every pain that you bore, for every hurt that you’ve endured, for all the times that your heart has been broken, and for all your dreams that were shattered, there were reasons behind it. We may not know what were those but we just have to believe that every little thing happens for a reason.

Pain builds character and I strongly believe that it’s completely in our hands whether we would let it make us or break us. I’m glad that sometimes we have to learn things the hardest possible way. That sometimes we have to meet all the wrong people for us and get hurt in the process. For we might not appreciate or even recognize the right people when they finally come into our lives if we haven’t met the wrong ones first. So should I say, thank you wrong ones? Yes, I think I should. Because if not for all of them, I will not be what I am right now, a stronger, wiser and better me. So for all of you broken-hearted people out there, hear my plea! Never stop wishing, dreaming and hoping for one day it would all come true. You just have to believe.

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