Love stories happen everyday.Many of them are ordinary attraction between opposite sexes that lead to matrimony. But the story I am going to tell is a unique one. It started more than a decade ago between a young Filipina music teacher who met an equally young, handsome French tourist.
The Frenchman traveled with his father's friend who owned a ship. When the ship docked at the Philippine ports for the needed repairs that would take several weeks, the Frenchman was invited by the Filipino Captain of the ship who happened to have a daughter who, incidentally was a close friend of the Filipina music teacher.
Their eyes met, their hearts throbbed faster, their minds communicated and the seed of love was planted in their souls. They talked, they played, they loved each other and got emotionally involved very deeply. Love was nurtured.
Parting time was difficult. The blooming love was greatly threatened by separation. It was hard to shallow but the young man must leave. "Good bye". "Keep in touch". "Till we meet again".
For ten years they exchanged notes, met each other in their dreams and love continued blooming. Both were exposed to different people and gained important experiences that matured them in such a unique manner.
After a decade their love stayed alive enduring a lot of trials and overcoming many difficulties. When the Frenchman came back he proposed marriage and a fairy-tale like Sacramental Wedding according to the Catholic rites was performed followed by a Garden Reception complete with "Typhoon". I was one of the "Ninongs".
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