How often do people get second, perhaps, a third chance and surprisingly make things work?

That man… and I never had the chance to get along well together in the past. In fact, he never bothered to look at me in the eyes when I offered him a FIRST “friendly handshake” out of respect and etiquette.

That man… used to hurt my pride, so much that I don’t want to meet him again reminding me of an embarrassing moment. So, I tried to secretly avoid that man.

But fate had its funny way of keeping us entwined. And meeting that man for the SECOND time around was like the strings outside the loop.

He thinks I’m an enemy and I thought he’s my bully. He has that confidence and energy I don’t have and I envied him for that. We simply didn’t click and I thought it doesn’t matter if our paths never ever cross again.

Did we secretly dislike each other? So, I told him to stop communicating with me but maybe we could talk sometime in the future.

So that man went silent on me…While I’m busy getting my lonely life back on the right track. Eventually, I came back stronger in full swing. And I started to reclaim my forgotten dreams, living life again with enthusiasm and meeting the man I deserve. I’ve never greed and rushed for a romantic love because the Lord’s word to me is that in His perfect time, I’ll get the love I deserve. Surely, all the love I gave away will come rushing back to me.

However, that man I’ve been talking about came knocking and he was like a stranger to me. I am now talking to a whole new being far from what I’ve known him. I thought, where’s my bully? So, I lowered my defenses because I felt that man was broken and lonely just like me.

But one thing that separates that man is that he serves the Lord amidst his brokenness. And though I can’t figure out when did everything started to change, I found myself being nice and friendly towards that man.

He would tell me his stories, I would listen but at the back of my mind, I’d say, Ahh! At some point, we share the same story! He would open up his heartaches (to all the girls he loved – LOL!) and I’d whisper to myself; man, I’ve been there than that. He would talk openly about his experience of depression and I would whisper and pray; I hope this man finds happiness again in this totally freaking world we live in. Life is indeed exhausting. Wishing if we could only find that rare genuine love, then our world might change for the better.

Hold tight because we’re getting cheesy. And when I least expected it, I realized that…

THE MAN WHO HURT MY PRIDE IS NOW IN LOVE WITH ME!

No love potion involved, I swear!

But how come that man, who used to hurt my pride, came to love me? When did I start to like his morning messages? Why do I smile when he says goodnight?

On that fated day he came to ask me out, I felt, Oh God, something strange happened to my heart. And though this romance came accidentally, I pray that he will stay. That man is miles away from seeing me. Now I believe the Lord has meant that man to find me.

There’s something special about that man. His poems let me know that he loves me more than I could understand. Makes me wonder if love could be a measurable thing? I can only know my own love and he can only know his’. But right now, right here, I can only love him truly, though words won’t completely come out of me.

The sweetest thing he said is that he wants to be with me. Making my heart beats “go-gung” “go-gung” and I felt so lucky! I’m so blessed that someone came wanting to share his precious life with me.

It’s magical that the heavens turned “That Man” into “My Man”. I don’t know how long and where this love takes me, but I think it’s better to stay and rise up in love with that man every day.