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| Where were you when you got your heart broken? Baguio? Sagada? Manila? |
Where was I that time someone broke my heart?
During that time, it was my birth month. 15 days before my birth date, I think. 16 months ago, someone broke my heart. I am not washing my hands nor blaming him. I have my own shortcomings too.
Bottom line: We parted ways. I didn't wait for some force that you cannot see to pull us back together. Because I know it's over.
It's the saying that, if he doesn't love you anymore, he doesn't love you anymore. Simple.
So where was I that time?
I didn't linger around Manila. I wasn't in Baguio. I didn't screamed at the top of Mt. Kiltepan.
I was in Bokod, Benguet. I saved all the money that I could during those last days of the semester. Packed some clothes and bought camping gears. And have my way to Benguet.
I gathered all my thoughts and my energy to stay awake during the long drive from South to North.
I love long drives. Especially the drive to North. I felt like North is my second home.
From Baguio to Benguet, I embraced the wind, the sun, my windbreaker and my backpack.
Gathering my thought as we climb higher and higher, I had a lot of time to think. To freshen up. To be renewed.
I went to climb Mt. Pulag. With my broken heart. To see the most beautiful sunrise.
SUNRISE.
I was mesmerized with its beauty. I didn't even dare to ask how am I not a morning person.
Its beauty is so powerful. Magnificent. That's the only word I could muster.
After seeing the most beautiful sunrise, I believe God tells me His beautiful message for me.
And I whisper back, "Thank You Lord for the healing."
And truly I was healed. My broken heart found her way home to Laguna with a renewed soul and spirit.... Hoping that her heart will never get broken again.
As I look back, a wonderful breakthrough happened. Career. Family. Friends. Spirituality. If ever I will choose a way how to get that victory on a second chance, I would've still chosen the same path. Sunset.... then sunrise. ❤
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