I am you; you are me. We are one in love.
It sounds confusing. It sounds mysterious, or whatever you call it. But let me tell you about the romance I had with my high school sweetheart. This unique love story started when I met a female junior high school student who was a new transferee from a private school. At first sight, I was enthralled.
She had very long hair that has reached her buttocks. She wore a mystic smile as I saw her at a first glance. We met at the open study hall right after our music class. I was left alone in the said hall, preparing myself to proceed to our next class when I noticed her taking a refuge on the hall.
It was a first meeting I had had with her. I never gave much attention to that meeting. However, I met her again for the second time at the Newton Hall for our mathematics class. She was with her classmate, who happened to be my neighbor. I noticed her carrying a Journal of Education, an official publication of the Ministry of Education. I had wanted to borrow it from the first time we met at the study hall.
I was able to borrow the magazine. Then by that time, we became fast friends. And I said to myself that we were meant for each other. It was a special day when we met again. I greeted her happy birthday and she greeted me a happy birthday too. To make the story short, it started with the birth certificate and ended with the marriage certificate.
Now we were married for 44 years.