It’s a story about a man who came from the navy, smart, very ambitious, outspoken and a woman who is an idealist, a rebel with a cause, activist. They met and fell in love. Thinking that this relationship they had was going to be full of happy days and all will be just fine, when suddenly there is a hurdle on the road...
Ambition!
It was determined that they have so much will power to give and trying to reach their goals only for the different reasons. The man wants to serve the country and run for the Government to be a Congressman, foritified with the need to become a good example of this corrupt haven called politics, on the other hand the woman whose adamant will to counter prohibitions by the Government continue to stay in the side of the minority and for the people.
Their lives went on for a couple of years only to be confounded with their own affair, with neither one backing down, indirectly their actions cross paths and led to a loss... the woman was reportedly been killed!
Seeing this on national television, the man griefed by the loss of his one true love and asking "was love enough?" for him, for her or even for the both of them?
Everyday the guy goes on with his daily routine and still targeting his goal to be a Congressman albeit the pain inside of him. Everyday this pain grows stronger and as the days pass by, he hears faint whispers, seeing the woman from the crowd, the airport, the rallying people, calls from the telephone, the church, her old apartment. Everywhere he went there was the memory of the woman he loved and its driving him insane.
He calls out to her through his sleep and yet she wasn't there, just a figment of his imagination. Though the times he keeps on feeling her around he starts to think if she was indeed alive and even when he talks to someone who might have seen her, no one knows where she is or if she was really alive.
Inspite of his canundrums, he started to realize that it would't matter if she was an imagination or really was still alive. All he knows is that he loved her and it would be enough to let her know that they are inseperable inspite the pain and even to the point putting them in a place where there is much sorrow.
To sum up, they may have different ways to reach their goals but it never hindered them to what they really feel for each other come what may.
I do realize how love came to be part of our lives and how it gives us the meaning to move on and be strong inspite of so much suffering.
Saying I love you would not mean close enough to what we really do feel inside. We do have different variations, definitions of love and for me it is something that instils to do a greater good. From letting her know through simple, trivial gestures of endearment to giving up everything, sacrificing everything just to see her happy.
On other grounds, I even get to a point where I sleep in my single bed on just one side thinking that she is sleeping beside me and it still bring tears in my eyes knowing when I look back she is not really there.
The longing for everyday that she will be in my arms again, a precursor here and there makes me yearn for her more and still I have to be patient for the right time when she won't be a imaginary face on my ceiling or on my wall or to the places I go. I don't lose hope and I'm not giving up for the mere fact she is already in me... and in my heart for always, no matter the distance, we will never be apart!
Can someone tell me what love is in your life?
Sometimes love has a life of its own... and I say love does have a life of its own.
We just have to accept and face the fact that it is something more than just to give...
