A Love story.

A Love Story

Last Thursday, 8/26, my officemates and I spontaneously decided to watch the much talked about movie, A Love Story, starring Aga Mulach, Maricel Soriano and the young actress, Angelica Panganiban. ‘A Love Story’ is a story about a man and a woman, and the wife that comes between them.

The acting is superb and this is not your ordinary love triangle. The story explores all dimensions of love and how our choices can cause us self-inflicted pain.. The movie has shown love and pain with no exaggeration at all but rather in its truest form. Contrary to the expected Filipino melodramatic style, the movie has a good storyline, nice shots and is topped with great acting both from the veteran stars, Aga and Maricel, and from the riveting young actress, Angelica, as well.

This is a story for the loveless, lovelorn and in love. This is a movie wherein we can all relate, not because we have all become adulteress once in our lives but rather because not one of us is exempted to experience love, pain and remorse.

My Share of ‘a love story’

Before watching the movie, friends who have watched it ahead of us have been warning me that the movie is really a tearjerker. And after we saw it, we beg to differ since we have been laughing our hearts-out all thanks to me. Its not that I did not appreciate the movie, I wouldn’t write 3 whole paragraphs if I didn’t, but instead of expressing the usual sympathy through crying, I on the other hand, have been expressing my sympathy through a series of lectures about men’s polygamous nature and how we women tend to become martyrs in the process (my officemates were quite amused on how I’ve gotten all fired up when women’s  emotion are toyed with).

Martyrdom happens when we blind ourselves from the situation then justifying it that we just love the person so much. I am not the type that condones cheating although I have cheated and have been cheated against with however both have never been easy for me and for the other two people that’s involve. In those times, I have reacted in way wherein I would hate myself if I’d do it again. I have kept my eyes closed, cried my heart out, painfully picked-up the broken pieces and was still willing to mend things with my cheating half. A perfect martyr.

I guess now, I have learned my lesson and that’s the world is too big and there’s someone out there for me and if I end up alone, it not the end of the world. Okey,  probably I’ve become less of a romantic that I used to. I will love and  I will get hurt but I will choose not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain but rather I would want it the other way around. Girl power baby!

Recently a dear friend of mine has broken things off with her cheating boyfriend and I find it unfair that she is down the dumps and he is happily trying to hook up with a new girl. Its unfair and no matter how much the lecture and advise I have given her, she still opts to see the day that both of them will reunite. Is this what you call in love? You decide.

We mend ourselves differently. Some of us choose to dwell in the pain ‘announced’ for as long as we like and then there are some who prefers to move on quickly, be okay, and do the sulking and mooping secretly. I choose the latter by the way.

Thing is, its our choice. Its our choice get hopelessly in love and it’s our choice to still be rational despite the overflowing emotion. Our ‘love stories’ begin when have given out our decision. Fate they say is not a matter of chance but choice.