because at the end of the day,
a relationship needs a lot more than just love to last.
grandma told me that she was in a long distance relationship once, that they wrote love letters to each other at the age of 16, labelled their long phone calls as dates and sent gifts every week. tonight i ask her if she still thinks of him she kisses her old rusted locket and in those moments of silence, all is understood. in college, she met a boy who made a lot of promises, but somehow always forgot to keep them. she tells me he made her wait for a long time, so why didn’t you leave? because sometimes, false hope is better than the pain of loss. she chuckles, as if embarrassed, but i hope he’s doing alright. at 25, when aunties started sending proposals, and batchmates began to mail fancy invitations, she met a boy who already had everything planned, from his first car to his first house to his first kid’s name. yet he left her a note after their 5th date, she rolls her eyes and tells me, a woman from a middle class family would have put his status to shame. when she turned 28, her mother introduced her to grandpa, and as expected, he treated her like she was the only woman on this earth, like every being had grown tired and weary, and he was the only one who saw her worth. and although he wasn’t her biggest what if, first love, or any other guy from the past, she chose him because at the end of the day, a relationship needs a lot more than just love to last.