The love that lasts the longest is the love that can never be.
It's been fourteen years since I last saw her, fourteen years since I last held her hand, fourteen years since I last hugged her, fourteen years since I last kissed her... You see, in our fourteen years apart, my love has only grown stronger for her. We may not have kept in contact but she's the woman I ever really loved my whole life. She's my first and my last love. She's everything I ever wanted and everything I asked for. You see, we were happy together but it was the right love at the wrong time. Sounds cliche but this was the sort of what we can call, forbidden love.
I was sixteen and she was eighteen which makes me thirty and she, thirty-two. She's now living at the other side of the world and I am doing the best I could to search for her. Last thing I heard of her, she had a boyfriend. She became successful, her friends would say. She's now modelling so now it's easier to track her down. I could have searched the world for her years ago, but I chose not to for the plain reason that I was afraid of seeing her with another man and maybe she wouldn't want me back. We had so much plans for our future together. We always imagined getting married, having kids, a glass house, being both successful and happy, you know, the usual life, what everybody wants: a life of normalcy. For us, nothing was ever normal and that was what we were striving for. We promised each other that we'd be together forever and I promised her I would love her until my dying day, up to now, I have kept my promise haven't I? I gave her everything I could, I fought for her but then people kept us apart; especially her parents, particularly her Mom. I don't know why her mom kept her daughter away from me, it wasn't as if I wasn't taking good care of her but there was something else, some grudge that she's holding against me that she wouldn't tell me but I vowed to myself that I would figure it out sooner or later. It's been fourteen years, but still I haven't figured it out.
I'm not counting on the fact that she's not seeing anybody right now. Although I wish she wasn't, I wouldn't want her to be alone, even though that person she is with now wasn't me. I want the best for her, it's all I have ever really wanted and I hope she achieved her dreams, her goals, her aspirations in life. I hope that the person she met has taken care of her and loved her more than I ever did.
We had dreams that we'd travel the world together and live our lives in UK where everything is free. We grew up watching these TV episodes like "How I Met Your Mother" or "Chuck" but what really made us settle ourselves in UK was the TV drama series of "Skins" where we saw that everything was free. UK, I told myself, would be my last stop. I am still living our dreams, alone.
I am an entrepreneur which means I am my own boss. I own hotels and restaurants making me earn money that will last for a lifetime. This gave me a lot free time to travel the world, seeing that my business is going well. I have traveled all across Asia, Africa, Antartica and Australia. My three last stops would be the North and South America and Europe. I was last told that she was somewhere traveling the America. Her road trip was from San Francisco to Los Angeles to San Diego to New York then Florida then last thing I heard she went back to New York. I am hoping of catching her sometime soon. I promised her that I would look for her when I am old enough and when we can stand on our own two feet. My promise might have taken long to fulfill, but I do keep my word, however long it may take, I have never broken a single promise.
Our dreams of being happy together were all shattered when they moved away from us across the globe. At first we were doing well, keeping in touch and all but then things got busy and sometimes we wouldn't talk for weeks, and I knew that things weren't the way it used to be. I knew she was unhappy because I wasn't beside her and she wanted somebody that she could lean on. At that time, I couldn't do that. I couldn't just follow her across the globe when I have an education to finish back at home. I loved her very much, and I love her still; all I wanted for her was to be happy and seeing how unahppy she was with our situation, it made me sad to see her like that.
We promised each other that we would love each other even though were thousands of miles apart. We did not know that things would get too complicated for us. So, even though I love her as much as a person could love another, I broke two hearts that one fatal day... one was hers, the other was mine...
By the way, my name is John Felix Anthony Cena and my childhood sweet heart is Patricia Anne Stratigias more popularly known as Trish Stratus.