Shining light.

I wish there is at least a day entrapped within so many other days that my mind does not wander off about you and the things I did for us - but even at the cost of erasing all the memories once and for all, I can't. I'd like to think that what I went through was inevitable, like the arrival of wisdom tooth we're all bound to painfully greet, and had teach me a valuable lesson I desperately need in order to level up to another chapter, to become whoever I'm supposed, destined to be. Oh, the joyeth of self-discovery and the treacherous journey we go through for it!

But alas, among the many lessons I foolishly tumbled upon throughout the whole ordeal, the most important lesson awaits at the end of it; that this too shall pass. Believe that there is light at the end of every tunnel.

Mine approached me with an outline of a tall silhouette with a hint of bushy curls slightly hidden under a cap on top of it. I should've anticipate what's to come when,

• He corrected my spelling of an English word and some months later, beat me at Scrabble.
  

• We were sitting on a log at the beach that one night while our friends huddled together at the side. The fire has burned out, the only light accompanying us was from the glistening moon sheltered by bits of branches of the towering trees, on top of our heads. Only a micro inch apart and he proceeded to tell me about the stars and constellations. And just that.
  

• When I asked him after the first month of knowing each other, fully aware of what I was about to dive into, Do you have a girlfriend? Yes, he calmly answered, as composed as he could.
  

• We didn't see each other for a week for the first time and when we did, he grabbed his guitar and sang to me I Miss You followed by Stellar by Incubus. And I just knew it wouldn't be the last of it.

• We were on our sides, facing each other and he muttered, I love you, for the first time. Thank you, was all I could say at the time. And he didn't pursue the matter.
  

This man is a tall, recovering slouchie with a receeding hairline at 24, has a set of shoulders that wins me over and over again. He is incredibly smart, directs his arguments with valid points, truly passionate in whatever he does and inspires me to no end. He was my light at the end of That Long Narrow Winding Tunnel and continues to be the shining light at every ends I've managed to squirmed into, still.

Today during a lecture, I found my trail of thoughts wading backward towards you and I thought about him and how whatever I have now trumps whatever I had back then.