How unfortunate that I cannot even recall -
that about three decades ago, unknown
to what will be today, we already held
hands.
I tried to put those memories back, but I
could not.
I wanted to see your face then, how you
probably smiled or raised an eyebrow
to or against mine or my team.
I want to recall how your voice sounded,
but all efforts were futile as my aging
memory is now starting to wither ....
blocking the pigments of young, happy
and innocent years from coming to picture.
If not for your high school classmate, also
our batchmate and elementary opponent,
in terms of volleyball game, I will not know.
That long, long time ago our path have crossed.
That way before we realized that we are destined to be one and together we have
already touched and shook each others hand.
Now it's crystal clear. There really is no coincidence or chance encounter.
We have met after 24 long years, when we have almost forgotten the existence of one
another because the time is already up.
And that it is needed to write the story to a preface that had long been written
and started, way too long that we have no real idea yet what love will be like in
its real and purest form.
Now, today, I can say that love indeed is magical, especially if it is combined with fate
and God's intervention.
No wonder even from the very start of meeting you anew, in such a short time
I have told myself that you are a great love, my greatest LOVE.