To love and to be loved are like to opposite sides of a coin.
One side receives and the other gives.
It only makes sense that 99.9% of us wants to be loved. Right?
And admit it … you desperately want to be part of that larger statistic and fear to be categorised in that slim 0.1 percentile.
Whether it is love from a parent, a friend or a partner, it is but human to yearn this warm emotion.
So this bring us to a series of important questions.
How do we love?
How can we be loved?
As that famous saying goes.. give in order to receive.
With that in mind, we begin to invest all of our time and most importantly, all of our efforts in order to receive all the love that we can.
What wistfully wishing.
But what if that side of the coin never flips?
What if you end up being stuck in the giving end and only end up loving.. without being loved in return?
I guess that’s the sad irony of an unrequited love. You give and give but never receive.
So…Was this a good enough introduction to my one sided love story?
- We first met out of pure luck.
- We met the second time around according to chance.
- We met again for the third time because of a choice.
Part 1. We both met out of pure luck
Out of 500 students starting freshman year, it was but pure luck to have been introduced to one another.
With a hectic class schedule and difficult classes to attend to, it was impossible to socialise with everyone in our first year of medical school.
However, circumstance looked down on us. We blamed the situation we were in and ended up drifting apart.
What I can say .. life happened.
Part 2. We both met the second time according to chance
After achieving another milestone in our careers, we had the greatest fortune and met again the second time around.
At this point in time, we both attained our doctorate degrees and were now starting a fresh.
It was but chance that we were matched at the same institution and never the less placed in the same working group.
Odds were definitely in our favour.
If I recall right, this was probably the start of my long standing one sided love.
Time now became generous. It finally gave us numerous opportunities to get to know each other better … this second time around.
We witness each other’s ups and downs and shared many tears and laughters together.
365 days were simply not long enough. And before I realised it, all the significant occasions had passed.
Orientation -Christmas – New Year- Valentine’s Day – Commencement Exercises.
We parted ways as good friends. It was score that I’ve always known since day 1.
This period marked another era. My heart was now overflowing with love.
Whether it was love for a good friend or something every deeper… it was something I chose to ignore.
My heart knew that it should be stashed away in lock and key from the moment we agreed to be friends
…coz he made it clear that he was in a committed and loving relationship.
I’m proud to say that no lines were crossed. And no feelings were hurt but my own.
Bittersweet as it is , this chapter finally winded to an end. We said our proper goodbyes this time and left with a promise to keep in touch.
Part 3:We both met again for the third time because of a choice.
Everything after that became a blur. Adulting was finally real and we faced our own set responsibilities apart.
Facebook helped but it was never the same.
Until one random day, he called and asked if we could have coffee. Before putting the phone down, he hurriedly said that it was all on him.
Being a mature adult that I am, I brushed anyway all the butterflies in my stomach.
What else could this be but an opportunity to see each other a day before his scheduled flight.
And no … time didn’t slow down like those in the movies.
And no … there were no fireworks nor a flash mob on stand by to catch me off guard.
It was just him and I sitting across each other in a quaint coffee shop.
Time passed by quickly. We laughed and reminisced.
It was just like old times. Nothing changed. It was light, easy and comfortable.
And yes.. he became single for the first time in six years.
I’m not quite certain if my side of the coin finally flipped over.
I’m not sure what his reasons were and why we had to meet me that very day. Only a mere day before his flight.
And most importantly… I still don’t know what his feelings are for me.
But here is what I definitely know.. that I’ll continue to love in the hopes of being loved.
I know this steers away from my recent blog post but I wanted to break the ice once again. I wanted to be spontaneous and live in the moment
Love can be felt and seen in different points of view.
So here is a question I would like to throw.. what if you had to choose one side of the coin. Which side would you prefer? The one that loves or the one that is loved?
Feel free to answer any of the bolded questions up above.
I really can’t wait to hear from you.
What are you thoughts? Please do comment down below.
Let us all share the love this holiday season 😊
© 2018 Eva Gamallo