I can't help but be sad..

Let me just clear, I wasn't sad the whole day. In fact, this day was one of the happiest as of this year because I get to see my little darling seated in a coin-operated car with her Lola, with a big big smile on her face. At the same time it was nostalgic, rekindling childhood memories at the Fiesta Carnival during mid-80's. I saw me in that sepia picture Mom kept for years and now it's my little one's turn. Oh, happy days! Time is flying so fast.

So what really made me feel upset was this: a horrible break-up by my old time friends who later on became real-life couple. Just newly-wed couple. And it breaks my heart to see my Instagram timeline.

For kwento's sake, this couple were younger than me, but they reached certain milestones in their chosen careers. I've seen how their courtship bloom, turn into a more vivid and colorful relationship and blessed by both parties to get married and be united as one. Their love story is, I am not exaggerating, what every girl can dream of. Me included.

I haven't been in my what I call "hometown" for several years. I qouted hometown as what mentioned in my old post that we often transfer to different addresses, but Antipolo in Rizal is where my heart truly lived. Despite the lack of physical presence, we continued to keep in touch through social sites. That's what I liked about FB or IG, you need not ask how old friends are doing..you just browse the timeline or check out their profile. Ironically, it's also proven to feed you some bad news, like this one, or worse, one's demise.

These are my friends, we respect the silence, and we did not intend to ask why, how and when.. But to me, it must be that terrible for someone to step out the house and fly to that other part of the world. And it's not just days that passed, it's been three months! It must be that painful and I am personally affected by the separation. It felt like the gates were totally shut and no more looking back. Like it was THAT broken.

Makes me think this way, what could possibly make me do such thing if the inevitable comes? My husband having a concubine? Him having uncontrollable vices or alcoholism? Me being emotionally and physically battered? No. I'm not buying the thought. One must not invite such idea and I have no right to judge the situation.

But for someone who slammed the door on the way out, it must have valid grounds, and it must be a never-ending offense. Whatever that is, I am praying to our dear God to bless them and help save the marriage, to give them a kind heart in taking things into consideration, to light their path if one is in darkness, to give the other one enough strength to endure what is bearable and right, and to remind them of what made them fall in love in the first place. Amen.

Deep in my heart, my prayers for my own marriage is also the same. We are never secure with all the temptations but our God is bigger than that and only He can save us by His grace.