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memoir: wishes at the Mt.Maria

We climbed the hill together; not for sacred the mission that the mountain is known for, but to avoid parental sights. It was a calm environment at first, but I sensed some spiritual auras, so she made her wishes silently as I climbed further to say my prayers infront of the sacred statue of the Catholic Church's Mt. Maria. Instantly, we switched back to the main reason that made me travel down, after a busy day. She noticed that I must have been tired after work, but I came with precedences. I started from where we stopped during our chat; it's the 3rd time we are hooking up, (recently gave up close to 2years ago.) I needed to see her, read her lips and detect sincerity from her words before I take the gamma risk again. As she speaks, her voice is reawakening the memories of our first meeting point; when I was a teacher while she was a student, we lost the reason then: maybe she was young and I was naive...I quickly reminded her how she made the second attempt of reuniting us back, but I was lazy to sacrifice travelling down to meet her...not only my fault, I also tried again 2years ago to tie the knot back, she confessed to me how she was scared to enter into such love world while she thinks she is small to do so. Now that we are more wiser and matured, "can we love ourselves again"? - I asked. She was never afraid of loving me at all, she is only careful of not being hurt or toyed with. It's the same thing with my own plight. " Humanly speaking, I will love you to the best I can" "but much better through the help of God and the leading of the Holy spirit, we shall never run out of divine leading. It's easier for two children of God to request for the same thing from the father. She looks up, faced the ground and looked to my eyes and told me she is ready for me. I held her hand on the sacred Mount Maria, prayed to God to be our solid foundation and prayed to the spirit for timely guidance. Amen. The only profound vow we made is " to raise a godly home". We snapped pictures and cracked some jokes. We checked the time and observed the dust coming closer; her father will soon ask after her and I also need to travel back. I unfolded the gift as we trekked down the hill. A new world though, but much of restoration. It looks like our journey was preempt to be recycled to fulfil our destined purpose. It will never be hard to adapt into this love world. She waved at me as I entered into the cab that will take me home. AyoAbiona 12/08/15

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