Sometimes, we wait so long for things that we thought would come. We invest so much time in waiting whether for a person, for a thing, or for an event. In my case, I can very well say that waiting is what I do best. I already had experienced so many instances wherein I had to patiently wait even if most of them ended up in disappointment. Although I would like to write about them all, I guess I will just focus in a certain experience which stood out among the others because of the pain that went with it.
I was in my junior year back in high school when I first experienced how it was to be wooed by someone from the opposite sex. Being courted wasn't a usual thing for me so I really had no idea back then of how will I respond to him. What I did was that I just didn't mind him. I constantly ignored him, I even did silly things just for him to be turned off at me, but he just stayed by my side even if I kept on shoving him away. Although I liked the feeling of having someone who always made me feel special and important, I still wasn't ready that time to commit myself to any romantic relationship so I just decided to shut him out of my life. I gave him the perfect excuse just so he would stay away from me- that my studies is my top priority and I wouldn't let any other guy mess up with the priorities that I have set for myself. At some point, there was some truth in it because I was really focused on my studies that time, I could hardly care if the world vanished back then. However, I knew for myself that I was not entirely happy with the decision that I have made. He just responded with a shy smile and told me, even promised me, that he will wait for the day when I would finally be ready to accept him as a part of my life. I held on to that promise so much, it became my inspiration to always do my best in whatever it is that I do because I wanted him to know that his patience in waiting for me would pay off, that I will become the kind of woman she would be proud of.
