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Jenny Juniora Ajoc CN 2
12 - Agnesi August 29, 2017

How exactly are you supposed to respond when someone special to you suddenly walked
out of your life, and then at the most unexpected place at the most unexpected moment, you see
their face once again? It was as if in biblical terms, the second coming. But instead of a savior,
that person, for me, was one of the greatest heartbreaks I have ever experienced in my entire life.
He was the throwback that hit me right in the nerve. He was the one that got away.
May destiny forbid it from happening but if I was ever put under that situation, I
wouldn’t know what to do because of the pressure and all the mixed emotions I would be feeling.
I don’t want to be taken aback. I mean, I would probably pick between throwing a grenade at
him or throwing myself at him and giving him a great big hug. I still love him; it’s just that what
he did to me deserves a burn or two. I shouldn’t give him all the blame though, there’s this
saying that it takes two to tango after all. It means that both are at fault for something that
happened, so basically I’m also guilty for driving him away. I remember during our late night
phone calls he would desperately try to lengthen the conversation, but little did he know that on
the other end of the line I was strategizing in order for me to find the nearest most reasonable
time to hang up because a.) I was sleepy, and b.) I was so tired of listening to his repeating rants
about my behavior. I was starting to question his role in my life, whether or not he was a
significant figure that I needed. I was convincing myself that I could survive without him, that I
didn’t need that kind of man, and at this age I’ve already proven that I am a strong, independent
woman ever since my mom passed away.
So when he finally walked away, I didn’t feel alone. But now that time has passed, now
that I’ve had countless times to reflect on what happened between us, I realized that maybe our
relationship could have gone better. We weren’t perfect people to think that we let each other go
because of our respective imperfections. It was foolish of me to think that I deserved more than
what he is, when there could be only one of him. May destiny forbid it from happening; I don’t
want to be caught unprepared if I was granted the opportunity of seeing him once again. So, to
the one that got away: I know I wasn’t skilled in my role as a daughter. I’m sorry, and I love you,
Papa.