Sweet to My Heart
There was a time when I was fifteen that I thought it was time for me to feel what love is; the ones I read in romantic novels and the lyrics of the love songs I heard from the radio;
I thought that I was ready to love so outside the window of our house I looked down the little house over the fence where a boy named Ely was playing in that music machine Tom Jones’ song entitled “Lonely Am I” then followed by our local singer Edgar Mortiz’s “My Pledge of Love”.
Beautiful songs, I thought; and the songs made me feel…the lyrics, the voice of the singers and the melody of the songs; they were all enchanting to my ears and they trigger some romantic imaginations to my head; it was just the songs that made me feel but not the boy;
Then there was this very handsome 3- years-older than me Chilean boy, the son of Missionary Escobar who used to visit our house in Cagayan de Oro; his name is Jonnie, very handsome Caucasian who made me feel like he is the one in my fantasy to say those romantic words to me;
How would I know that loving a person is a relationship; I just felt happy when he was around and for me that was enough;
I did not expect anything from him, the feelings triggered by his presence was enough joy to me;
How sweet were the days of innocence!
Then things turn into order that led to my marriage eventually; this time I never felt the romance I was fantasizing in my days of innocence; marriage with such husband was more a responsibility than a supposed sweet heart beats;
Such marriage could not last because it lacked the spice of sweetness; then I continued to wonder if that sweetness I felt in my fantasy could ever happen to my heart in real life;
Some boys and men for that matter had come my way but I never had felt again those feelings that I would have liked to re-experience;
But then I believe that a heart will find its way to fulfill its innermost desires;
Then My True Love came; was it too late?
No, he came in perfect timing;
The first time I saw him I knew it’s him; my heart tells me so;
Looking into his handsome face and hearing him talk to me, I felt my heart went-a-rumbling as if it wants to jump out from a vacuum inside me to leap out and dip into a cold ice cream bowl; such sweetness! Such feeling!
He is now my American husband; My true love; my fantasy turned reality;
My Greg; My Love…that’s what I call him; he is very sweet to my heart!
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