what love stories are made of

against all odds, or at least my preconceived value system, we are a love story. :)

in the Japanese film Be With You, one of my favourites, Takumi chanced upon his late wife Mio's diary that changed everything. earlier, he narrates his version of their story, from high school to her death, a one-sided love which to his bewilderment eventually won her. that diary reveals her vantage point, that she's loved him from the beginning too, in a poignant and moving moment.

it's difficult when you realise all you've assumed is actually a myth. but it's different when that reveals a wondrous connection called love. it's comforting.

on our last night together in hall, the end of a fantasy, before we face the realities of our relationship, she told me. after so long, she told me before all this between us, before i actually entered her life, she had once dreamed of me. just once, long ago, when we both had our own partners.

we kissed.

no one knew what it meant. definitely not her. and it stayed a secret.

i feel extremely guilty and sorry, probably like Takumi, as i had always insisted she never could remember nor notice me before this. i truly thought i meant nothing to her. but because of our circumstances, she couldn't say.

even more amazing to me, we had watched Be With You together just a few days before. :)

like i said, "maybe you always knew, it's gonna be us."

folks, we have a love story. and love stories have happy endings.

to be continued...