Story 2-B: Caja de la memoria

I remembered when i first felt the thing they called heaven during the time that i was in love with someone i call the yin of my life.

He was angelic, someone you wont think of doing anything negative. For me, he was the perfect description of a good catch. Someone responsible, kind, understanding.. but i never have thought that angels could hurt me so bad.

Our first 4 years was really doing good, smooth sailing, when suddenly it falls apart when he needed to go abroad for work. At first i thought long distance love affair would work, but after 3 years of being apart with each other, i gave up.

I learned a lot from the 7 years of that relationship but sometimes i really cant help myself but to cry when i remember it... maybe because letting go seems to be the best option even though it was not what i really want. I decided that if i continue with the relationship, it would hurt me more in the future.. and yes it never failed me, i was hurt very bad..

"give me a reason to stay because i cant find one.. im lost with words".

I was lucky to have met the next person who will break my heart. Now, i can say he was the yang of my life, someone you wont think of doing anything positive. Maybe he does care with people, but i think its only that he was not able to show it.. but who knows.. all i know is he does not care at all..

What i like about my yang is that i learned to be selfish.. to have pride to myself.. that i should love myself first before anybody else so no one could take me for granted.. that when they wont love back its okay.. that if they leave you behind its not that hard to move on.. he taught me the best gift i could give to myself.. and that is to be numb.. that in reality this world is cruel.. and that i have to fight on my own and i dont have to be dependent to others for my own happiness.. even if its a rough time i have with this guy.. he taught me the hardest lesson ever: and that is to move on... because i never did that to my yin not when my yang left me.. i realized.. i never really moved on.. and i keep on coming back to a past that cannot be revived.. and that made it even harder..

My yin taught me to love and my yang taught me to hate but i love the way my life turned upside down knowing both.

I will never forget them, the yin and yang of my life. I learned a lot from them and im thankful to have met them. They will always stay in my heart.. permanent like my tattoo..

..a combination of them both.. the perfect fit.. its gotta be a long journey to find the yin yang and i wish i could, so i could be happy.. someone who would love me as the worst person they ever met yet the best option...

Story 2-A: Caja de la memoria

"I am late for work" I nervously said to myself.

I rush in to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast, not noticing my daughter emily.

"Hi mommy, how are you today?" emily said smiling at me.

"Im good honey, so hows school?" i replied.

"Its fine mom, i got a new friend and he's name was jeremy and he is really nice. He even gave me this chocolate candies her mom made for him. Do you want to try one mom?" she said.

"No honey, im on sugar diet. Maybe next time okay?"

"Okay mom, by the way i miss you. You had been very busy lately. I wish you could find time for me and daddy next weekend." emily said with sadness.

"Ill try honey but i cant promise okay?" i guiltly replied.

As i go to work, i reminisce the words emily told me. She missed me..

"Is that how much time i dedicate myself to work that i dont have time with my family already?" i said to myself.

I reflect on that and i fall asleep...

"The box!" i shouted.

Everyone stared at me...

"O im sorry i was just carried away in my dreams.." i blushed.