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After one whole year of cooling off (seeing him only during Fridays when me and my CRC friends hang out somewhere), my First Love and I got back together in each other’s arms. But not as frequent as before. Our romantic dates were limited to 1-2 times a day, sometimes lesser than that. Even so, I couldn’t be happier.
From then on, the Love of my life never left my side. Through all the happy and sad moments of my life, he always kept me company—ready to multiply my joys and lessen my sorrows.
My First Love was with me when my CRC friends and I guarded the last Camp to surrender during the EDSA Revolution, when we dared put up a restaurant in Ermita, when I secretly enrolled in various Fashion Schools to pursue my childhood passion, when I opened my humble Tailoring and Dress Shop until it grew to a garments manufacturing workshop, when my EX and I diversified to an Auto Repair Shop, when I rented a commercial space in Manuela for my distributorship of CARICA products, when I participated in events of the CFC Handmaids of the Lord and DSAPI (Down Syndrome Assn of the Phils Inc), when I joined Philamlife, Malayan, PAMI now BIMI), when I trained and ran 50k from Aguinaldo Shrine in Kawit, Cavite to Jose Rizal Monument in Calamba, Laguna. Also when I ran 60k from Km 0 in Luneta to Palace in the Sky, Tagaytay and when I ran 80k from UP Diliman to UP Los Baños. The Love of my life kept me sane when we were forced to stay home because of the COVID-19 pandemic. And I am absolutely sure I will be needing his valuable support when I train for 100k Ultramarathon as soon as this pandemic is finally over.
My First Love and I were inseparable more so when the door was slammed before me when I tried entering the convent to be a nun, when I miraculously got married to my Prince Charming, had 2 special children but escaped to Cebu and Bohol to gain my freedom and when I reverted back to my precious Single Status again.
I guess there’s no denying it. I have to admit with all my mind, body, heart and spirit: I CAN LIVE WITHOUT A HUSBAND BUT I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT COKE!
(Thanks for dropping by my blog! This is the Final part of My First Love series. Hope you had a wonderful time reading them. Feel free to send your comments or reactions via Messenger or email to ndelr62@gmail.com. Stay safe everyone!)
