The truth is, love was never set by destiny. Love plays in our own hands. We ourselves who determine whether it shall go on or comes to an end. Even a physical tragedy could do no more tragic than a tragedy of love. The pain that it could bring you that you had sometimes thought that you'd rather suffer in hell than do ever experience the kind of pain. The pain that no words could describe the agony in our souls. And yet, we embrace it, and step forward to experience it, and risk being in such pain, for we knew that we could actually find the true joy and the meaning in live. The fact that your partner is only unique out of 7 billion humans living on this 3rd rock from the Sun does only some consolation if you had ever consider the risks and uncertainties that we might face.
And what if we lose our special ones just as our love do bloom? Or we lose them when our love was on the brink of breaking? What if the love has just ended? Would it make a difference by then? Do we really truly appreciate someone when we lose them?
Every departure is always an adventure. A loss after having that special someone into your life is always the worst it seems, just as the saying goes, "Better not having something so dear to you at all, than having to lose it after that." But somehow, those we love would never have really leave us, for they would remain in our hearts forever.
The story depicts of a young couple who were happily married, despite the constant heated arguments that had left the husband injured most of the time. Well, arguments are there, of course, in any relationship. Some may call it interaction, and some may call it bonding. Whatever it is, just be aware that it is also part of the journey of being together.
And however loving this couple was, GOD tends to play cruel. The hubby had to move on to the afterlife one step ahead of her. Brain tumor it seems. And he had to endure the physical pain of cancer with all his might but to no avail. It was fated to be his funeral in the end. thus, no more happily ever after like any typical chick flick. No more being together at old age. No more "I Love You" from him. He just 'vanish' out of her life.
The story unfolds when the wife found out that he wasn't really gone. Somehow, he still exists in her life. She thought that she would be lonely with the absence from her husband. No hugs, no kisses, and no more making out or "hot sex" anymore. Yet, he had made his presence in her life. A letter a day out of practically unexpected places and people, made some surprise that he had concocted for her. He made sure that she would live her life as meaningful as ever, as though he was there with her. So, with the husband's arrangements (before he passed away), she made her journey of excitement, never without relinquishing their fond memories together, until the very end. It does pain her at times, having to relive the sweet memories for that one more time, as it made her miss him even more and the longing grows deeper.
What was her husband's intentions? What was the ending like? That, I'll leave it to you readers to find out yourself. Perhaps the ending was a good one in the books. Perhaps it's not. Perhaps it just meant that we should explore our own endings, and to appreciate our significant others, living everyday as if it was the first and the last day, and also to acknowledge the presence of others in life. Whatever it is, cherish and appreciate your significant other, and live in trust and faith, for no other matters anymore.
