My Other Half.docx

MY OTHER HALF Mherck’s POV

Unlike all the fairy tales we’ve read in Walt Disney’s creations, our story didn’t start by bumping into each other like Anna and Hans in Frozen, not even unexpectedly meeting in the woods like Aurora and the Prince in Sleeping Beauty, or in a wishing well like Snow White and her Prince in Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. It’s not once-upon-a-time worthy, but ours is surely a happy ending. It’s Sunday. I and my family are getting ready for church. I… I just don’t feel like dressing up as good-looking as I could today. Because I’m going to see her for sure… my annoying, short, thin, and crazy church pal. She would ask me to do this and that. You know that feeling when you are about to cross paths with someone you hate most and intentionally walk on the other side so that you could barely see her face? That’s exactly how I feel about her. It’s not that I hate her that much. It’s simply because her presence makes me uncomfortable all the time. She’s always been that nagging friend of mine and I couldn’t afford acting like I’m okay with it. You see? I have that negative feeling towards her since then. However, the fact that we go to the same church seem to pull us closer together. Fellowships, prayer meetings, Christmas Program, New Year’s Eve, and National Convention— name it, we have to go together. So literally I have to talk to her like I do with everyone else ‘cause I don’t want to be bias at all. And besides, we went to the same school in Elementary so we have lots of stuffs to giggle about. This, certainly, is the introductory stage (the most awkward, I guess) which explains how our story began. Years of knowing each other have passed and I came to know her deeper. That annoying, short, thin and crazy church pal of mine has changed in some aspects. Yes, she’s maybe as annoying, short and as crazy as always, but she’s no longer thin. She has become bigger horizontally and… my understanding of her has become wider too. We passed the getting-to-know-each-other stage. I concluded that her sport is eating. Her favorite color is pink, but she also loves black, white and gray and pastels too, but not the rainbow colors. She has the weirdest and loudest laughter I have ever heard in my entire existence, I bet! She talks too much that’s why I thought of her as lunatic but I came to realize that it is her nature so I decided to deal with it; in short, no choice. In this stage, I realized that the basics mean a lot. I knew what she likes and dislikes and it is the substance of what we are right now. Levelled up, our story is now ready for higher heights. I can now laugh with her silly jokes, we can connect with each other through sign language and gestures, and I could even number the farts she released in a day. Happy-with-Bessy stage, it is. Instead of judging her by the way she looks, acts and thinks, things turned the other way around. How could I not love a woman as natural as her? She would allow me to listen to her even if she sings like Ursula in The Little Mermaid, tells me what she did yesterday, the other day, and every single day, message me whenever she has problems with “heart” matters, randomly visits me at home, eats with my family and even hugs my mom like she owns her (I really love how clingy she is), and checks out on my performance in school like a school principal.

That, I think, is the beginning of a bond between the two of us as strong as the mighty Samson in the Bible story “Samson and Delilah”. What’s so good about us is that we share common things like “KDrama is life”, fashion statements, and above all, our faith has the same foundation and that’s what matters most. I could cry with her in pain and in joy. I could kneel with her praising and worshipping our Father. We could shout, rejoice, sing and dance amidst the challenges and trials that come our way. This is our definition of a true friendship. We are not the typical kind of friends you see and encounter every day who would proudly say they’re partners in crime. We are definitely not! We, in other side, are partners in Christ. Our friendship is like a love triangle. We have God with us that’s why we seem to like each other a lot that I even call her MY OTHER HALF. She’s not my girl just as what you think, not even that special someone kind of thing. My other half… That’s how I call her… she’s not just a princess, but also a warrior. That’s why she’s precious to me. It may sound cliché and too good to be true but having her is like finding a needle in the middle of a haystack— impossible or miracle! My other half, Precious Angelique C. Constantino, even if we were born in another world, I would still hope and pray that I will be blessed with the same bestfriend.