Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Saturday, October 8, 2011

‘Till Death do us Part



by Isabel Alvaran

    “What’s my secret in 50 years of marriage? I beat her up – with love of course!”
Mr. Agapito Burgos

     Classmates in sociology class, Mr. Agapito and Mrs. Andrea Pilar Burgos first met at the University of the East. Mr. Burgos excitedly tells that the second time he talked to her at a Christmas party dance, he noticed sparkles in her eyes when they danced and the rest was history. Here they are now celebrating their 50th Wedding Anniversary at the Malate Church, the same church when they first got married and are now renewing their vows.

The celebration is attended by families from both sides and friends who have played an important part in their lives. With yellow dominating the entire event along with the color white the softens the tone and complementing music that fits the atmosphere, the old couple walked on the isle like they did the first time; only they do not meet by the altar.

The Mr. and Mrs. Burgos happily relates their story when they first met and surprisingly seems to forget who really did the courting back in the years. “She keeps turning her head at my direction when we were at the party,” Mr. Burgos tells “she kept batting her eyes so I was somewhat forced to ask her to dance” later on Mrs. Burgos interrupts and says “When I met him, I would always see him waiting for me” and the two starts to debate on their incomparable memories. But it would always come down to one single thing no matter how many arguments they have; they’re sure they still feel the same way as they did 50 years before.
“Even when the time comes… that I would be reincarnated. I would still choose him” Mrs. Andrea Pilar Burgos said in her last statement in the interview.

Love isn’t of course measured by how long the marriage lasted, or how extravagant wedding anniversaries might be. Love is to be felt and having that glint in the eyes when looking at your beloved. It is a promise to love each other for better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

Puppy Love

by Jennica Butiong

Puppy Love? Are those puppies in love? Of course not! Well, have you felt something different that makes your heart beat faster, even at a young age? Hmmm... That’s really something.


    I can’t help falling in love with you.... that’s a famous line from a famous song. It never runs out of melody and is always remembered by everybody especially when they are in love. Let me share to you one great story of love by my friend, well, it’s just a typical love story, boy meets girl, and then they fall in love. Puppy love....those were the words from his mouth. He met the girl at a very young age, they came from the same town, they do a lot of things together, they play, they talk, they dance, they paint, the boy knew that he was happy being with the girl. Aha! So that’s what you call puppy love? Falling in love at a young age. Do you still lover her now? The moment that was full of happiness and reminiscing turned into sadness and some kind of silence was present. He could not utter a single word and could not look at me straight in the eyes. I knew that there’s a problem. At last! He answered! Well, she’s my friend, just a friend. I chose being a friend, in that way I cannot lose her; I don’t want to lose her. Besides, I got you guys so there’s nothing to worry about. After that, I can still feel that there’s something wrong, I can feel, he’s not complete, he’s not as happy as everyone is, just because, she’s missing.....

    All of that came from puppy love..... I admired my friend for being strong even though I know he’s pretending. It caused so much pain in him, but still he manages to smile, he still has that positive outlook in life. He makes life easy for him, for his own sake and for the sake of other people.

    The next day, I went to their house and I quickly went upstairs to check on him and what is this that I saw..... Old pictures and art work. I asked him, “What’s this?” and he said, “The past.” From that moment, I then realized that it’s really putting a large burden on him. If I were him, I would’ve burned all of those memories because I know one way or another, those things would hurt me. I placed my hand on his shoulder, “It’s now time to love yourself.” He just gave me a smile and said, “I already did.”

    Puppy love....why does it have to be so hard to get over it? Why is it so significant? Puppy love...That’s really something.

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