Your Temporary Person

Start of the end

People's not permanent in this world. Everybody has their own death and we can’t do anything about it, not everyone is meant to be in our future. They're just stays at the past, some people are just passing through to teach us lessons in life. In short, everyone comes in our life for a reason. Those who doesn't, they said will stay at your side, until death you two part.

But in my case, I will always believe on what my mama always says "every person remain in our lives as a temporary one." No one can really stay for the better, papa might stay with us but not really for good because he stayed just to protect us. He doesn't really bound to love mama, he just bound to protect his family and business, but despite of knowing that, I am still adore my father for being a dedicated person, husband, and a father until one day, they both died because of massacre.

“Still looking for him?” Zyqeia asked when we're resting at our favorite spot, waiting for those bastards.

“He's fucked up for messing with the wrong family.” I answered with a cold tone.

“How about that guy? You like him, aren’t you?” napatawa ako ng bahagya dahil sa sinabi niya at ngumisi nalamang upang sagutin ang kaniyang tanong.

Ever since we accidentally met him while we're having our mission, I easily admire him for being a man, from his captivated brown eyes, aristocrat nose, kissable lips and darn, his stubborn jaw that I am willing to die just to touch. His well built-body and not to mention his height.

Sa mga nakalipas na taon iyon lang ang iniisip ko, ang paghahanap sa taong pumatay sa mga magulang ko at ang pagkagusto ko sa lalaking iyon. My life flows smoothly and easy not until my grandfather introduce him to me as the son of their business partner.

“Hija apo, this is Thunder and hijo this is my granddaughter Valeriana.” Magiliw na pagpapakilala ni Lolo na ikinangiwi ko.

Earth's not actually flat, huh? Mukhang maniniwala na akong hindi talaga flat ang mundo dahil sa lawak nito ay talagang nagtagpo at nagtagpo talaga kaming dalawa. Parang umiikot ako upang hindi niya makita at bumalik siya upang makasalubong na lamang ako kesa sa habulin.

Lolo gave me words of wisdom in order to pick what's best for me and who will fit as my partner. He always reminds me that mama was not wrong nor right but it depends on how people would see the meaning of life, on how will people live with their, like on how people sees their love ones.

Temporary people are not always temporary. Maybe it is your temporary man for now because when you reach your destination alone, maybe that temporary of yours already waiting for you. Hindi sa lahat ng pagkakataon ay kasama mo siya, hindi sa lahat ng pagalalakbay ay worth it ang bawat isang isama at higit sa lahat hindi sa lahat ng oras expectations ang pinapagana.

“Temporary or not, it will still always the same at the end of the time because everyone leaves, but still depends on you on how would you want to spend your lifetime with your temporary person.”

It is better on believing that he is just a temporary than on believing that he is the one then he is not, but why reality sucks? Why does everything seems shit in reality? Does life throws shit and really? Reality who hits straight you to your face

“Hold him 'til the end, don’t let him go just because of his shits. Through ups and down, you should let him be with you. Being temporary is not suck and it will actually give you another positive sight in life and love.”

My grandparents also passed away, they also believe that they we're only temporary for each other. Sabi nga nila lola, hindi man kaagad minahal ni papa si mama, alam nilang bunga kami ng pagmamahalan. Mama still believe that papa doesn’t love her but no, I deep inside know papa really loves mama.

Nabaon man sila sa salitang Temporaryo, tumagal naman sila sa dulo kasama ang mga taong tinitibok talaga ng kanilang mga puso. Hindi man kasing tatag ng permanente ang salitang temporaryo mas makahulugan naman ito kesa sa permanenteng salita na hindi naman talaga tumatagal hanggang sa dulo ng paglalakbay.

Ako kaya? Kailan ko kaya masasabing siya na ang lalaking temporaryo kong makakasama kung sa bawat makikilala ko’y siya pa rin ang ikinukumpara? Sa bawat araw na nagdaraan paano ko kaya matatagpuan kung siya lamang ang nais maging kapareha?