Attack of the Mush: Lucky

It’s no mystery that some people wait a lifetime to find that one person that could be potentially be their destruction or if they’re lucky, someone who can be the one person to make them truly happy. It’s because of this that one’s heart remain resilient. In the billions that live on the planet, how can it not be possible to find the one for you? That person maybe sitting in front of you but didn’t notice because you were taking a sip on your coffee. Or you may have bumped shoulders in a club or party but was too busy talking to a friend you missed your chance to say “hi.” There are some still hoping, others --- the lucky ones who have met them, and still others who have given up. Some who have lost them to death and others who simply let them go. But the saddest part of love --- loving someone who doesn’t know you even exist or worse, doesn’t love you back. And yet in these countless moments when the opportunity of love passed you by, and whether you took your chance or not, it is that hope that keeps you fighting, keeps you longing, keeps you sane.

I am a bohemian. I believe that love is the one, if not the only thing you need to make you feel alive. But it the times I’ve tried to search for it, it has eluded me. On the days I’ve waited, it came only for a fleeting moment. Yes, I have experienced love. And it is that taste for it that makes me long for more.

Last Saturday I witnessed the union of two adored friends. Two friends who shared something magical, two people who have shared their love against all odds. I have seen how it can transform worlds. I have seen how two people can have a happy ever after. And I want it. I want it more than ever. And then there is another couple I’ve seen fight so hard to keep their relationship afloat. I’ve seen them break each other’s hearts only to keep coming back to one another. Perhaps it’s stupidity on their part or perhaps, giving up doesn’t seem like an option for them at the moment. Or even that they want forever to happen to them too. And I have this other friend who waited and passed years not knowing if love can find him only to meet a certain someone he met years ago and find love for one another. Who ever said love was easy has not experienced losing it.

They say love is overrated and maybe it is but that doesn’t make it less important. But whomever that person is I hope I’ve waited, longed and prayed long enough for that person to transform my world too. I want to wake up next to someone I dreamed about the night before. I want to spend the day with someone like there’s no tomorrow left for us. I want to… just find…

You.

Whoever “you” may be.

It’s no mystery I’m idealistic or that I am a hopeless romantic. But now, I simply want to be lucky too.


Love letters and idealisms by Noel Abelardo