I saw her tears flowing non-stop as she hugged the person in front of her. The warmth of each other's love enveloped the scene but it was not the actual picture.
I saw the scene in the renowned 10,000 Roses earlier. I personally heard the two lovers taking a vow of love for each other.
"When I return, will I still see you? Can I still see that smile painted on your face?" one said.
I couldn't hear the other one except of a nod. Then I realized that they promised an eternity. It came in my mind about the promises I used to say to the person I recently loved.
My adoration. My promise to stay. My love that I so willingly said. But again, why is the creepling wind and the clouded sky seemed to remind me that I broke a promise of eternity.
Then I remembered our memories together. How I wrapped my arms around my love's slim body. How I kissed the tender lips. How this love's young heart overflowed with mine.
I remembered everything. I remembered the promises we once said in 10,000 Roses as each white led roses brightened the evening when we were still together.
I looked back at the couple. I saw them hugging each other. Then I thought of myself - how I lose someone instantly and breaking all our promises we made for each other. How I easily let go of the love that was so supposed to blossom.
Then the sky heard my prayer. It poured out that heavy rain as I wiped my tears away from my face.
10,000 Roses maybe an ordinary destination but for me it became a venue of a broken heart and failed promises.
This blog really made me cry. I know how it feels when you sow promises together despite the notion that promises are meant to be broken, yet hoping things will work out the way you want.
ReplyDeleteHi, Roxan! Thanks for dropping a comment. I am this type of person who really want to keep promises but there are instances that we have to make way and adjust those promises in order to be a peace within ourselves.
DeleteOMG! Thanks for reading my comment, Miss Angel. I'm such a fan. You became and always will be my inspiration for writing my blogs. Thanks to Ma'am Villamor for giving us a chance to have you as our speaker way back then. Reading your blogs has become my habit. More power and Godspeed!
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