Yes she tells everyone that she’s happy, but I don’t see the same sparks in her eyes the way she did before.
And so I’m back blogging love again. You can’t blame me, I’m a believer of love. But this time, it’s not about me. It’s about someone everybody knows, but never really did know. She’s an actress. Since her name is not important here, no need to mention it anyway. Love changes people, like pain does.
I know her ever since I was a child, and she’s an actress back then—a teen star. But since the day she had a boyfriend, everybody thinks she’s malandi (in everyone’s term) for she is way too young according to ‘norms’. Psh. (Screw norms) So years have passed, she managed posing to men’s magazine, had her heart broken, had a new career and so on and so forth.
Her turning point for me is when she met this tall, dark and handsome man older than her. They were one of the best couples I’ve seen in show business. Personally, I’m a real fan. We (mama, ate and I) bought a magazine because their story was featured. They were really sweet and love was genuine.
Whenever she was interviewed in tv, I always sense that she is blissfully happy. Her eyes sparks, her voice and laughter sings a joyful tone, her cheeks are glowing—she is very much in love.
But not like other fans, I don’t google everything about them, cut pictures in newspapers/magazines or go to their mall shows (if they’re together). I just let the news flutter in my ears. Nevertheless, I look up to them.
Until they broke up. I can see pain every interview. Her eyes are longing for answers and her voice shakes whenever the usual why-you-broke-up question pops out. Her life had been twisted. She lost everything, perhaps.
Even as a simple fan, I am full of questions. What happened? Why did they break up? Is there a third party involved? Yet all I know is, she is hurt. Damn hurt. I just can feel her. ‘You will be okay soon. Just stay strong. It’s okay to cry, but never wallow in sadness. Stand up and make him feel you are so much better than he thought. You alone are beautiful. You deserve better.’—these words I longed to tell her.
Several months later, she had a new boyfriend. I don’t believe it, really. Not because I am loyal to the ‘ex’ who I hated after the break up, but it just isn’t so. You can’t move on just like that. You have to spend time with yourself. You have to fix those little scars which had hurt you to love again. Time and circumstances do not fit just like that. And so I never believed it until this very moment.
They say their relationship was mature—understands and compliments each other. Yes she tells everyone that she’s happy, but I don’t see the same sparks in her eyes the way she did before.