A letter for my future husband


I don’t know your name yet or maybe I already met you, see you, or even know you. I don’t know, but this letter is for you.

I hope you’re doing good right now. Maybe by now, you’re alone in your bed thinking of me too, or you’re on your bestfriend’s house playing computer, or you’re dating your present girlfriend and imagining your life with her. I hope when the right time come, you’re not going to compare me to your ex’s because I am very sensitive about that. I hope you will let me play sims even though it’s kinda weird for our age. I hope you will let me buy makeups, clothes and everything that will make me happy. I hope you will love the spontaneous adventures I will put you through. I hope you will say that I am beautiful regardless of my new hairstyle. There’s so many things I want you to know about me, and it’s for you to find out. I can’t wait to meet you, to know you, to smell your scent, to meet your parents, to spend Christmas and every occasion with you. I know you’re out there living your life, making memories, memories that you will tell me someday while I am looking into your eyes and thinking that I am the luckiest girl in the world. Maybe, I’ll meet you tomorrow or the next day or the day after tomorrow or today as I am writing this letter at Starbucks, alone surrounded  by the people I do not know. Please be patient, please be strong, please choose to live regardless of the challenges, because I am right here waiting for you. Goodluck and hope to see you soon! 


Your future wife


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Sometimes, I wish I can go back in time, not to correct things, but just to live some moments twice. January 20, 2016, I Have no idea that God is cooking something good for me and that experience can change everything . yes, Im excited because for the first time in my life I finally got a chance to experience a Retreat, but I didn’t expect it to be like something magical. My three days in Tagaytay was like three days in heaven. I’ve been close to someone I thought I’d ever have a chance to. I slept with my friends, We ate together in the huge dining hall, we cry and laugh every session, we took photos, we crept in the hall, we had a nice bonding, we tried to forget the problems here in our town and most importantly we got a chance to bond with God. We got all pretty excited in our first day.I put my clothes in the cabinet, I put my things in the table, I checked the shower, I helped my friend to unpacked her things. I remember the time when I was arranging my things in the cabinet and thought that the day after tomorrow, I’m going to put it back again and face what’s waiting for me in my own town. I learned to savor each moment because I know deep down it’s temporary. Our first session, I have to admit that its a little bit boring but the fact that the speaker is speaking in front and trying his best to deal with us even though we felt like sleeping , made the day extra special. In the evening we had a role playing and I can say that it really made my day. I realized that many of us have sense of humor. That same night we go back to our own room to finally rest, we bid our goodnights and prayed to God to stopped the ticking clock because from that moment I realized that I fell in love with the place and the way we treated each other that day. Second day morning, we ate our breakfast together and the foods are pretty delicious, that’s the one thing i missed in Marello. I learned a lot that day especially from the stories that Father shared to us. I remember the story about the boy who have one arm, from that,I learned that I can do all things with God, nothing is impossible if you really believe. There are things in life that is not meant for you, but sometimes, what was losing doesn’t actually really matter.At night, we broke into tears. We read the letters from our loved ones, and suddenly it felt like the whole world had stopped and I can only hear is the sobbing. I cried that night because the letter is from my superwoman. Ever since, I salute my mother for being tough and strong,and she is indeed indestructible. She said there that I need to be stong and learn to do things on my own and keep studying smarter not harder and the time will come I will be unequivocally successful. After reading the letters, we shared something about us, about the love we received from our family. The sharing took my breath away and the realization hit me. We always have that one door in our lives that’s not meant to open for everybody, but we really considered each other as a family so we let that one door opened. We opened up not to impress, not to beg for sympathy, but to learn, to take the lessons, to inspire and to realize that, everybody is facing a battle,has a story of heartache,you are never alone. if they can smile out of all the problems, so do you and always be kind. After the session I found myself collapsed in bed and thanking God for another wonderful chance he gave to us. Last day, I woke up early and put my things inside my bag and sighed. I want more, I want to stay. Half of me wants to stay there forever and part of me wants to go home to see my family. We had a successful mass in the morning, we took photos, a proof that once in our life everything was perfect. We had our last meal in Marello and the bus arrived, taking us back to reality. I can say that our retreat was successful. The tenuous relationship turned vigorous.Sitting in the lobby and watching the others laughing and giggling about something made me realized  that maybe, really really good times aren’t meant to last for too long, that’s what makes them more special, the temporariness of them. Another amazing experience has ended, that completed a few chapters in my book that will surely haunt me for the rest of my life.