
Someday my prince will come
Someday we'll meet again
And away to his castle we'll go
To be happy forever I knowI bet you once believed in fairytales when you were younger, didn't you? Well, I enjoyed growing up with Disney's classics films such as Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and Snow White. Watching these films made me believe that a Prince Charming would someday sweep me off my feet and that a happy ever after awaits for us.
It all started when I was 9. I had my first crush, Ian. He was my best friend's 20-year old brother. Ian was all I envisioned my prince charming to be. His face was oh-so-gorgeous, his body was well-chiseled like Adonis, and he was such a gentleman. I can still remember the first time he mentioned my name. “Mark,
mangaon ta! (Let's eat!)” Awww. At that time, I was so happy because I knew I wasn't invisible in his world. Then I fantasized him in his shining armor, rescuing me from the dungeons of my father who was always against me being gay. And then he would kiss me. But he never did. It was all just a dream after all.
Then came Nile. We were 13 and were classmates. I sacrificed a lot for him, just like how the little mermaid, Ariel sacrificed her voice just to be with the man she loved. It was one classroom incident… The teacher said, “OK class, get your photocopies. No photocopy, zero for the exam!” Nile was shocked and he was like, “Gosh, I forgot mine!” Instantly, I told him, “Nile, I have an extra copy here. Yours
na lng.” He was so relieved that he took it, said thanks and smiled. The truth is, that was my only copy! And I got zero for that freaking exam! And all he did was smile? Smile, and that was enough.
One day, I had the courage to tell him, “Nile, I'm madly in love with you.” His eyed widened and his jaw dropped. And all he said was, “Yuuuck!” and he ran away. I was left in the room, alone and heartbroken. He never talked to me again after that. On the bright side, I was glad I wasn’t punched in the face.
I was so happy when my 18th birthday came. At last, I'm now of legal age! I can finally find a prince to be my boyfriend, to let me experience a true love’s kiss, to open my chastity belt and devour on my virginity. Then I met Calvin. He was an epitome of perfection. But after that incident I had with Nile who ran away from me after telling him that I love him, I don't want to take the same risk again. My friendship with Calvin was so special that I wouldn't want to ruin it. So I never told him. What hurts more is that he calls me at his every heartbreak, crying on the phone, letting go of all his pain. And I'm just on the other end of the phone, listening, telling him it’s gonna be all right. When in fact, I’m actually hurt inside and about to burst out, “
Unsai pagtuo nimo nko? Tig salo sa imo kasakit? (Do you think I'm your emotional stress reliever?)” But I never said that. I just took it all in, and silently sang, “Wish I could be part of your world.”
Then I met Paul. It wasn't love at first sight. In fact, it was my version of Beauty and the Beast. Believe it or not, I was the beauty, and he was the beast. Who would fall in love with a guy who looks like a leprechaun? But he had a heart as soft as a rose petal. He was a man with admirable principles, a great sense of humor, and we had such an amazing connection. That's when I fell in love with him and learned that “love is not blind, it sees but it doesn’t mind”. But it didn't turn out to be a happy ending either. For him, I was just a friend, and he was in love with someone else. Obviously, that girl has something I could not compete with.
My adventures, rather, misadventures in search for Prince Charming didn’t stop there. I've been hopeless, desperate, delusional and pathetic. I’ve even kissed frogs hoping one of them might turn out to be a prince. I’ve loved, hurt and healed. And loved again, and hurt again, and healed again. And loved again – the cycle just won’t stop! Until I came to the point when I looked into the mirror and asked, “Mirror mirror on the wall, is there really a happy ending for me?” If only falling in love is just as simple as saying “open sesame” and his heart will open up for you.
I’ve realized that I am not Cinderella. My life has not been a fairytale. And that there is no perfect love story. Love in heterosexual or homosexual relationship is the same. It takes risks, trust, loyalty, priority and perseverance. In real life, there will always be a wicked witch or an evil step-mother in the form of conflicts and misunderstandings. And we don't have any fairy godmother or a genie in a lamp to mend all these love troubles. But the truth is, we don’t need any.
Faith is the key. Have faith that you deserve someone who can reciprocate your capability to love. Have faith that you can surpass all the pain you’re going through because of rejection or lost relationships. Have faith in your relationship that you can work it out amidst all the seemingly endless trials. And at all times, remain faithful with the love that you’ve found.
I stopped searching for love because I am enjoying the most of being single. But I know, someday, love will find its way to me. I may not be living in a fairytale kind of life, but I have faith that one day, I can finally say, “and we lived happily ever after.”
Basic Speech Project #6: Vocal Variety