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It was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman in his eighties arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. 

He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would to able to attend to him.

I saw him check his watch anxiously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound since I was not busy with another patient. 

On examination, the wound was well healed.

Hence, I talked to one of the doctors to get the supplies to remove his sutures and redress his
wound. We began to engage in a conversation while I was taking care of his wound. 

I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment later as he was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no and said that he needed to go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his wife.

I inquired about her health. He told me that she had been in the nursing home for a while as she was a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. I probed further and asked if she would be upset if he was slightly late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was and she had not been able to recognize him since five years ago.

I asked him in surprise, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you
are?”

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.” I had to hold back my tears as he left.

I had goose bumps on my arm, and I thought,

“That is the kind of love I want in my life.” 

True love is neither physical nor romantic.

True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

I am not a friendly person. Nor am I likable. I don’t talk to people unless they talk to me. I do not find any sense in making inane conversations with people I do not really know. I rarely make any friends because of the same reasons—I am not friendly, I am not likable, and I do not talk. And on those rare times I do make friends, I lose some of them eventually.

I am not the type to keep in touch. I don’t text, I don’t call, I don’t invite to go out. Not that I don’t want to, but I’m too lazy to. It doesn’t have anything to do with my desire to keep them as friends—I guess I just don’t feel the need to “nurture” friendships.

Isn’t it weird though, that notion? That you need to nurture friendships? It used to be that you just had to be a good friend—be there in times of need, have genuine love and concern for them, not do anything bad to them, be straightforward and be true. I didn’t know that there were other requirements as well—be present in all your gimiks and plans, and that I haveto always ask about whatever is happening in your lives.  If you want me to know, you’d tell me. You won’t wait for me to ask, then if I don’t, then you’d think it means I don’t care. Needless to say, I have lost “friends” because I did not do my part in keeping in touch. But I also think that friendships that can be lost this way are not worth the time and effort, because love should have been able to fill that gap. It isn’t really a loss, because there was never really a “friendship” to begin with, hence no friendship to lose.

Another reason  why the past few years I have lost and dropped friends is because frankly, I do not see the need to have pseudo-friends—the type you go out with, talk non-stop about insignificant whatnots with, then find out later they have been talking about you behind your back with malicious intent— it’s plain stupid. And for some reason most of the time I can feel when people are doing this. And I have a hard time being myself to people like these. When I don’t like a person, it shows. I don’t know why, it can be seen in my face, in my actions. I am normally cheerful and I have this annoying habit of doing baby-talk (if I could, I’d stop it)—if every time I talk to you I am painfully polite or sometimes appear disinterested or rude, not cheerful nor naughty nor childlike, it means we are not close or I do not like you.  And so in order to not be unnecessarily offensive, I just decided to not be friends with them.

I’m really a simple person. When I like you, I like you. When you’re decent to me, I’ll be decent to you. And I expect the same treatment—that when I’m decent to you, be decent to me. And believe me, I will not waste time and effort being nice (as in being myself) to you if in truth I don’t really like you—I do not feel the inclination nor have the patience to do that. I appreciate people who tell me to my face what they think I’ve done wrong. I do not appreciate hearing from other people their complaints about me and my actions. I have a strong dislike for people who like to gossip.  I find it shallow and cowardly and insulting. I think that it speaks volumes about their character—why is it necessary to talk about things that are probably not true or even if true are none of your business? And for those “backstabbers”, I think it shows their “view” on our friendship— unimportant. Because if our friendship was important, you would tell me to my face whatever it is you want to say even with the possibility of it ending in a fight. I feel that it wastes too much of my energy to bother with inanities that I formed my motto—I hear you saying things about me instead of to me, then we are not friends anymore.  

The people who have thus far stayed with me—believe me, it wasn’t without work on their part. I am still the same effortless person—I will not text or call or invite to go out, but they know I will love them and be there for them when they need me. I will tell them what I think of their actions and I will not be afraid to hurt their feelings because I do it out of love and concern, not to be condescending or belittle or offend them. They can call me at three in the morning (provided the ring of the phone wakes me up) to just talk or rant or they can wake me up at six in the morning (and I love my sleep) to tag along with her on her jogging date with a new guy just because she’s not comfortable being alone with him, or go to my study place during finals and take five hours of my study time (for a really hard subject, I might add) to straighten your thoughts out, or trust that in whatever you do I will not judge you, but I will tell you if it’s stupid, and everything else you need me to do for you. In return, I will need you to understand that I put my father first—I can’t go to your gimiks because I am the youngest of five daughters (here) and for some reason my father does not sleep until I get home, and so I will usually say no, and that I am thankful you still invite me every time; that I rarely go out because I am lazy and I like staying at home, but if you need me to be there for some important reason, I will be there; that I baby-talk without knowing why and that I appreciate you tolerating it even when sometimes it’s annoying you; that I do not keep in touch but you know you can always call me and when you tell me you need me or when I feel that you need me, I will be there. Understand me, and I will understand you.

Love begets love, respect begets respect, and decency begets decency.

When I see you, the world stops.

It stops and all that exists for me is YOU and my eyes staring at you.

There’s nothing else.

No noise,

no other people,

no thoughts or worries,

no yesterday,

no tomorrow.

The world just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you.

Just you and my eyes staring at you.

When you’re gone, the world starts again and I don’t like it as much.

I can live in it but I don’t like it. I just walk around in it, and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again.

I love it when it stops.

It’s the best thing I’ve ever known or ever felt—THE BEST THING,

and THAT,

is why I stare at you.


—James Frey, A Million Little Pieces

Treat your girl right. Plain and Simple.

I know it can be hard to please her sometimes, but it’s worth it in the end.
Remember that she’s your happiness, your world. She should be the first person you talk to in the morning, and the last person you whisper “Good night” to.

Unlike some of your bros, she’s going to be there for you when you’re the happiest, but more importantly, when you’re at your lowest. She’ll cook for you and care for you, so treat her like a queen. Girls are delicate creatures. Think before you say. Think before you act. They take every little mistake you make and multiply it by a thousand. So try not to mess up, alright?

When you’re fighting, sometimes it’s better to put your relationship before your own pride. You’re not helping yourself by making her upset. And never, ever, under any condition, let her go to sleep crying. She’ll resent you for it for the rest of your days.

Don’t forget to make her feel special everyday. Open doors, go shopping with her. Hell, make dinner for her! The more you show her you love her, the more she’ll give you in return. Remember that an “I love you” via text is never as special as one in person.

And show her off to your bros, don’t be ashamed of her. She’s never been ashamed of your dorky ass. Look, she doesn’t really need much in a relationship; she just wants to feel like she matters to you. That’s not asking for much.

But if you haven’t learned a thing from reading this, remember this. Love her unconditionally, loyally, and keep her close. Love her with everything you’ve got: emotionally, mentally, and physically. Because I swear, if you won’t treat your girl right, someone else definitely will.

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