Falling in Heels.

I have to admit, relationship is always the best topic to talk and write about. If there’s one thing I will be much interested to know, it’s the story behind each bond. But there’s one thing that remains to be in hall of fame (or shame) in any friends’ night out or girl power bonding or colleagues gossiping - BREAK UP.

Break up is like falling in heels. From your easy, perfect and almost model-like catwalk- you suddenly miss a step and fall. Fall hard that almost break your foot.  And while you try to get up and balance from that throbbing slip, you ask yourself: “How will I ever walk again?”

There are tons of good advices, to-dos and tips on how to move on from excruciating ending. I remember even buying break-up books and reading every break up article in Cosmopolitan magazine religiously just to cope up with the painful process. But one thing I have learned from every heartbreaking tale- it doesn’t matter how long you move on, it’s how you deal with it. Sadness and bitterness are your best buddies, but eventually, they will just fade away. And tears will be at peace again.

Everyone deserves to stand from a bad fall. To once again reclaim that confidence lost. To once again believe that there will be much better walk. Easier. Lovelier. Nobody should be condemned for being in pain. And any way of getting over it should be understood. Break up sucks big time, but the story behind it should be respected. Because no one ever wanted to stumble and fall.

When I was asked by someone who is going through a painful breakup: “How did you move on?”

 I didn’t know what to say. I guess, you won’t ever know. You will just feel and discern that you’ve gone through a bad fall but you try to stand and walk like you have never been before.

A Wedge to Remember

It was really not an untold story. I remember writing about it long time ago. (when my blog used to be in Multiply.)

It was a pair that makes me smile everytime I remember. Makes me evoke the good times. And then I suddenly forgot about it as time passed by. This wedge was never included in those broken pairs. Its comfort used to be different. It was real yet it seemed impossible to attain. Its story makes me remember that during those drastic walk, this pair came and gave me a different ease.

I have to admit, I did wait for it to come back. To imagine how it’s like to have it. How it’s like to walk in it. But it never happened. It just didn’t happen.

Then I met this pair again. And those smiles reminded me of those times when it did really make a difference. When I used to be happy just walking in it. Without reservations. Without expectations.

We are still happy. And the relief I find in it is still the same.

And to both of us, we wish happiness in separate ways!

Because it will always be that pair which never depicts bitterness. And like how we first met, it made me smile again and feel that composure. I somehow asked: What if? But that was only for a time before I realized:

It’s DONE. It’s enough that we crossed paths again and reminisce those good times. Like we said and accepted in ourselves, WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE.

Then I went back to my Mr. Shoe who is destined for that walk of forever, and without any doubt, I told myself: this is still and will always be the pair meant for me.

And this wedge will just be something to remember.