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Originally posted on my Facebook account on Sept. 25, 2012
Previously:
Farewell, My Concubine
My phone beeped earlier while I was at work. How are you K? Chris texted. Wow, I told myself. This was a surprise. I rarely hear from him these days.
"Busy, tired from the weekend, back at work, flying to Singapore on Thursday until Sunday for work," I said, quickly summarizing the events. "Ikaw? Kamusta ka? It's been ages."
"I'm doing great. :) Nangamusta lang. I miss you."
"Okay .. napaka vague ng great," I said. "Hahaha. Ikaw talaga. Walang balita?"
Chris then rambled on, telling me about his new work, his training. And then he said "I'm so in love with my boyfriend. He's the best thing that happened to me."
And just like that, suddenly, I remembered what it was like to be with someone, to be with someone you love. I smiled at the memory, and felt a little wistful.
"I'm really happy for you," I said. And I am.
I am happy with my life; yet I know what I feel is nothing compared to the joy Chris is feeling. They say nothing is as sweet as the nectar of love. Not all the accolades at work, nor the adoration of men (or women), nor the wealth of a thousand empires. Wasn't it the bard himself who spoke of the ecstasy of love?
So tonight I sleep with a little smile on my face, thinking of Chris and his newfound love.
And I think about the best thing that happened to me. I know it sounds strange, but it's a small piece of truth I picked up along the way.
It's the thought that no matter what happens, I'll always have myself. They say it takes a certain kind of wisdom to be happy on your own. I think I'm getting there.
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