Maybe for now, this is my role in everybody's book.
I am a lonely waiting shed in the middle of the rain. A temporary refuge for people who are cold, tired, and drenched from the tears of heaven. Waiting for people who forgot to bring their umbrellas and their clear intentions, who lost their hearts and motivation to love again, and people who are hiding from thunders and running away from the traumas of their past.
I always watch people wait for the drops to stop, give them courage, then watch them go.
Sometimes, I am an old convenient store in the heart of the city. Open for everyone—24 hours. The doors are closed but they are never locked. Ready to listen about their love stories and their heartbreaks until midnight. I always welcome people even at 2am. A place for people who are drunk, lost, and wanted to forget about life.
People get the things they want and need from me, stay a little while, then leave.
But mostly, I am a public parking lot. People are rushing to take their spot in my life, leave their bagages and then prcoceed to their true desitination. I am your weekend vacation, the movie theather, the detour, the holiday, the empty hallways, the crowded places, and the most solace chruches. I've been living in everybody's stories, portraying my character in their plot, and waiting for their happy ever after to happen. I play the role very well-that sometimes I forgot I have my own book written for me.
Maybe someday when love finally finds its way to me, I’ll recognize its face and speak its language. But for now, I’ll be the narrator in everyone’s book—proclaiming the love they deserve, witnessing its million mysterious ways, and assuring them that the endings are always worth the plot twists.
words and photo by: Earl J Bulao
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