Till Salt and Pepper

A wise friend told me, "You cannot hold on to everyone. You have to let go of one to gain the love of another. Don't commit the same mistakes I did."

I’ve known her six months and I have never heard a wiser advice. My confidant, my friend, my roomie, Vicky, a “fantabulous” writer and an old soul; she can move mountains with her words and make men drop-jaw by her looks.

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Just add a sprinkle of salt and a touch of pepper to taste.

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I’ve always written stuff about things or people that inspire me. For the longest time I’ve written about love, heartache, pain, fear, and confusion. At some point it gets quite tiring and yet the hopeless-romantic in me craves for more. I have seen the world in dazzling colors and experienced life in an assortment of carnival rides. I made friends and enemies along the way. Broken hearts and healed wounds. Braved the rain, weathered the storm and bathed on the glorious sun. Dreamed big, got there and wanted more. But in this complicated, unorganized world that I live in there is but one thing that drives me to wake up every morning…

Love.

More often than not you’ll meet someone you don’t expect and shake you right out of your senses. But until then, you wait for prince charming to come in a gallant horse, sword at hand, shield at the other to simply sweep you off your feet. You dream about love, succumb to frustrations and wait for hope to spring.

Unlikely I met someone here. In a place full of horn dogs and people who long for the mind-blowing s*x they so desperately need. I fear hearing my heart shatter into a million pieces again. I am sick of play and tired of toys. And so, after weeding out the rotten apples I find one touched by the hand of Midas.

I met you once, back when youth was against me. Meet you again and almost lost you because the moon was full. I will not lose you again. I grabbed the destined meeting. And you cancelled, fear of what it might bring for the both of us. What seemed to be our last chance to be together created what appeared to be the 4th of July.

Magic in a coffee shop.

A Happy Meal and “How to Lose a guy in 10 days.”

The loveseat and the pillow talk.

And hours past midnight I couldn’t help myself. The world stopped spinning and I materialized the words my heart felt. Nothing else mattered. Just you. And knowing that salt and pepper was more than ingredients to taste, it was a promise.