I wanted to tell a story that may inspire a million or maybe not. Just a simple story that could be told by any one in any given time and place. This story could take its form from fiction or maybe in reality. Whatever’s my mind telling me now, whether I’m dreaming or just letting things flip through my mind, I just can’t help myself not to tell the world about the greatest story my life had gone through recently.

My own true version of biographical story isn’t something that brings courage and hopes to be heroic or to be psychotic at the same time. It’s just a matter of telling the world how i was when I met a girl on a magical momentous bus ride of my life.

I need not to fight another nation’s hero so as to grab popularity or even honor for our country’s sake like a known boxer. I need not to rebut any implications of politician’s mouthful speeches in a senate or congressional slate. I need no priest or guru or any holy man to tell me what a true and sincere promise should really mean. All that I need is a symbol or a representation that someone mightier and holier than us, humans, is there watching and guiding us in our day to day life…just so, to say an eventful or phenomenal promise, to a certain girl I’ve met on a bus ride in the premise of a holy ground.That promise is still true up to this day. That promise that put giggles through my nerve endings when I think of how I said it. It was the most spontaneous thing I’ve ever done my whole life. I guess, the fear in me, of losing someone so great, is written all over me that time, that’s why a promise was all I could do even if the time we spent was just a minute of forever. The promise I made to a girl so exta-ordinary in so many ways was the girl I long for…for the longest time of my life.

That girl is not a sought-after lady that every testoterone-carrier creature would certainly go over gaga for…but in my sight, she is. She is not as sophisticated as the girl we Filipinos usually see in our TV screens in soap operas during our twilight TV time feast…but for me…she was and she still is. She smiles so ordinary yet the impact she’d been implying to my heart is so glorious…that the very smile she wears makes me want to know her true persona more in a deeper sense…that same smile she blurted out in her beautiful face is as lovely as a sunny afternoon on a spring sunny day…that wonderful smile is the one that captured me the whole time I was with her.

I know deep within me and within the premise of my faith, God is working in all ways and all the time. I guess, He was working within me, interrupting me, saying advises to me that the very girl in front of me is someone I might not want to let go. I thanked God, He interfered. I thanked God that He made all things so right even when I’m still nursing my painful losses especially about the planned career that was put into waste. I keep praying to Him on what to do and on what to say. I’m not sure if what I did was right…making a promise in front of this lovely girl and in front of the Supreme One, to love her and to offer her all of what I can.

Well, I think “my Story”, started from a bus ride to a promise and now the “REAL” story will just be starting. God knows how He would jot this down in a life-plan journal of love. I’m now looking forward into it…on how God would make His real masterpiece out of me and out of her. Anyway, have i told you that the girl’s name is Cathy. Well now you know…just sit tight with me and see how this story unfolds.