November 26, 1989. This was the day when I left my old country to start a new life here in the United States. It was surreal and heart-breaking. I had a boyfriend of 5 years and to think that it could be a long time before we see each other was sad. I know that there was a big possibility that I wouldn't see him again but I never let my heart rule over my head.
Was I cold or smart? Anyway, I've always wanted to live here in the U.S. When I first came here for a visit, I was only 15. I went to Los Angeles, San Diego and San Francisco. I fell in love with San Francisco, who wouldn't? My aunt asked if I want to stay in California and continue my studies but I declined. I was young and I'm scared to live away from my parents. I vowed that I will return someday and live in SF.
After college, I was given that chance and I took it. Leaving the life that I've known for something that was unknown was both scary and exciting. Leaving my boyfriend was hard but I was not willing to give up my dream. He was not my first boyfriend but he was my first 'real love', my first kiss. Our relationship was not perfect, we broke up a couple of times but somehow end up together again. I also thought he was the man I was going to marry. But all these took a back seat when I realized that I am not ready to settle down. I still need to fulfill my 'dream'. Yes, I sacrificed love over ambition. We kept in touch for the first two years but just like any other long distance relationship, it was hard to keep it going. I decided that I need to move on. It was the hardest thing I've ever done...
11.25.2008
19 Years...Part I
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