I could not think of anything or anyone else at the very moment but my superman. I know it sounds so cliché. Girls thinking of guys is never uncommon but to me whatever I feel right now is something unfamiliar that it chills me to the bone.
I wish I could write something that sounds so intellectual but I could not. Since I am given the freedom to write about what ever I want, I might as well write what fills my mind and my heart at the moment.
It’s the 14th of the month. Eight months ago I was career driven. I was alone yet ready to face the world with much determination. Those were the times that I knew I could stand on my own without anyone to lean on to, that I don’t need a man. But, I was wrong. Why? For it was when I met my superman.
I call him my superman because it was one of the movies we watched together. He’s my superman because he always comes to the rescue whenever I need him to. He comes at the most unexpected moment. Moments that are fleeting yet they will always remain in my memory being the happiest days of my life.
We shared moments but we never really got to the point of making things official. I believe he has something for me and I know he is not so insensitive not to notice my feelings for him but we remain as we are. Yet I started to wonder, what are we? That I don’t know.
I know he is not the guy for me or the guy whom I always dreamed of but still he seems so right. I am not blind to see that he is just like any other guy who could possibly be a cause of heartbreak. Yet, the more I see his flaws the more I love him. I have made a fool out of myself but I don’t care for all I know was that I was simply being true to myself that I am in love. Eight months seemed too long that if I look back I wouldn’t believe I was able to endure. Now, I myself could not believe that I got tired. I am tired of walking the extra mile for eight months.
Eight special months together that ended so suddenly. For eight months we shared experiences, dreams and ideas. For eight months we spent so much time to keep in touch no matter how busy we both are. For eight months I tried to enjoy what we share. Eight months have to end.
I would not go into detail of what happened. It may only be a misunderstanding but I consider it a sign for me to stop for awhile. But, doing nothing does not mean I have given up on him. Like I told him, “Ill wait, no matter how long it takes and ill hold on till there’s nothing for me to hold on to”. Waiting does not always mean constantly making the effort. I will always be here I am simply giving myself a break and my heart a rest. I am also saving up some tears because I might run out of it.
I never thought I would have to say goodbye to my superman. I never thought that I would be in such pain. I never thought I’ll love anyone as much as I love him. I never thought I would still end up alone.
Silence is my way of loving my superman. It is what suits us for the moment. He may not have felt my presence, I am hoping he would feel my absence.