They say true love always comes back. I always think that I should wait for it to finally find its way back to me, no matter how painful the past is or how broken I have become all these years.
But then, there are always two sides to every story. Love doesn't always ask you to wait. Sometimes, it asks you to come back. You're not always on one side, sometimes you are on the other side. Because there's always two: the love that waits… and the love that comes back.
Like the sand and the sea, one is waiting, the other leaves and comes back.
I always thought that I will be waiting, but clearly, I don't fit in the story. If I wanted to wait, I'm going to wait here forever. The other side of the story means that I will be the one who comes back, because if I want it so bad… I would forget the past. If I want it so bad, I'd come back to that place.
"You're going crazy," It's my friend, Huston Dela Vega, who said that suddenly speak right beside me.
