La Union, Then and Now

To say that La Union is one of my favorite places is an understatement. It is a refuge, a home; not only to me, but for my friends, and even for my little family.

People go places to forget, that was the first thing I did in La Union. I remember coming from a trip to Baguio, D offered and took me to La Union as a distraction for my grieving heart. The oldies believe that salt water helps in healing wounds, my first surfing experience did just that.

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From then, I can no longer count how many times we’ve gone back and forth to surf, grab beer (and get drunk, of course), lie under the stars, learn cartwheels, spot Derek Ramsey or Luke Landrigan, pet dogs, etc.

La Union was our happy place.

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Tides have changed – rose and fell. Waves crashed and washed sand off the shore. We remained and brought more people to love the place. Friends welcomed friends, friends welcomed lovers.

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Love grew and brought new life.

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Now, there’s more who love and more to love.

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Guess La Union will always be our special place.

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When “it” is Over

I remember to have written before in my old defunct blog something about love, loss, and longing, and the waiting, uncertainty, and anticipation entailed. It was about you.

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I have already been used to not seeing you, not speaking to you, not even thinking about you. You were my “could have been”, though eventually I deemed you my soulmate. Sounds weird I know, but remember when we went around randomly and wasted time on things that were irrelevant to our lives yet seemed to have made sense? Those became remembrances that brought clarity as to how and why we can never be. Those were the moments that haunted me, but at the same time hauled me back to safety and sanity whenever I was in great irrepressible pain.

I even wrote to you and wrote about you. How can I not? When you were the one who taught me the meaning, value, and gravity of each word, more than the dictionary could ever offer. Of course, I added romanticism to that. That’s how we deal with things and people we used to love, right? Also, I could not help it then, knowing that’s the farthest we could ever/never be.

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And as you always do in the past four to five years, you came to me as a surprise. But this time, with utmost realness (discounting the fact that it was virtual). It was not surreal though. Nothing magical, really. It was unexpected, I cannot put a feeling on it. This was what I wanted years ago. This is what I would have given up things for. But that was not an option then. All we did was pack our things up and leave.

It kind of makes me happy though of the time we have spent apart. Maybe we needed that to wonder and wander. Maybe that was one way of making us grow and realize some things. Maybe it brought us into thinking how we cared for each other in each’s absence.

This is my story of love lost. A narrative of longing, waiting, and anticipation that have gone. It will never be the same love as before. This is now the kind of love/friendship far more than your words can convey.

I am thankful I already have my life on track, and to have people I have lost back is a mere bonus. I guess friendships really do not end. You gobbled up your own words. In the end, it came from you even; that it has to be rekindled.

You were one of my greatest (and weirdest!) friends after all.