HOW TO LIVE A LIFE

I was saddened when I heard what happen to your mom last week. You know, it is the same month when my mom passed away last year. She died of heart attack during her dialysis session because of late stage renal failure. It is the day before I, supposedly, will start in Pisay. I know how it feels to lose a love one, especially loosing a mother. It is the hardest part in everyone’s life. Most of the time, moms are our best friend who understands us most; they act as our protector who will defend us in every quarrel; and our savior who will save us in any kind of danger that we faced in our lives.

I don’t know why I am writing this one since we are not even close with each other. We never had a chance to talk about our experiences that we encounter with our students. Or simply saying, I never had the opportunity to befriend you.

I was thwarted when I learned that you will not come back again in school this year, since you were accepted in a scholarship to study abroad. The feeling I felt can be matched up to my first heartbreak during my high school days. I know that I lost an immense opportunity to know a great person. If I just have the courage in knowing you better during the past months, I can say that it will be better for both of us. I am like an high school boy who is too torpe to his prospect prom date. A teenage boy who’s having butterflies in his stomach whenever he sees this young teenage girl in the cafeteria. I am too foolish to be frightened by my insecurities. I lost a battle where in fact I never tried to fight into. Were staying in the school’s dormitories but by no means, I never seek to catch you. We handle the same students who frequently tease us as a possible teacher-couple in school. I never learned my lessons.

For the past 23 years of my life, I never matured.

But for now, I am happy for your decision to continue further studies. I just want to say that you’re smart, beautiful and charming. Those are the qualities that every man is looking for.

I wish you luck. I hope that we’ll bump each other in the future...

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