They say that the evening sky is a mistress, a very lonely mistress.

Forever parted from his lover, the morning sky. In each passing day, they only meet twice, during

sunrise and sunset.

Their ill-fated love, marked by the

transition of day and night, night

and day, bounded by some

laws of universe, is brief and

full of grief.

In those fleeting seconds where they meet,

where each exchanges sweet nothings to each other hastily,

and embracing as much as they could, they give assurance

that they will see each other in the next transition.

The sun, in his rise to his mighty throne, separates

them brutally, forcefully at sunrise, leaving the

mistress all alone in the darkness of her own

misery….

The regal moon separates them at sunset,

with her pleadings that they must heed to the call

of the cosmos, that they, the mistress and her lover,

must serve their sentence faithfully, that their love

must not and should not happen…

And just like in sunrise, they part at sunset with bitterness painted in their

faces. They understand well that their love was doomed, doomed to fail because it was forbidden. After eons

and eons, this became their charade, their curse.

And this is our story, isn’t it? How ironically appropriate. We are separated by the people around us, by unexplainable circumstances and by our fate...

We know that we have it, that spark that gives fire in

our hearts, that unexplainable something,

that we enjoy our company as much as we enjoy the memories we

leave behind.

But our union was not meant to be.

Not probably in this lifetime because we live different lives, have different fates,

have different paths of glory, and have

different destinies to fulfill...…

Tragic isn’t it?

We are held captive by our own fate.

We are what our destiny is. We can not fight back and

rage against our destiny because by doing so we are in

a danger of Losing our own humanity, our own sanity.

I tried to fight back; I tried to

break away from the shackles of my fate, to run away with you. But I could not, because I am already weak,

tired, weary and hurting from the scars of my past.

At least we have the memories to look back, memories to cherish for. We will utter our farewells with sobs; probably

hug for the last time.

As I stare at the stars, consoling the mistress of the sky and watching the moon sitting in its

majestic throne, I began to weep not only because of you, not only because of this ruckus, not only because I am missing you so much but mainly because I

fear so much…

…that maybe, just maybe, we will end up like them: living a tragic and miserable life, forever

prisoners of their fate.…