The Final Post

Once upon a time there was this boy who loved a girl, and he was lucky enough, blessed enough to have the girl love him back. He loved her so much, but because he had to leave for another country, he felt that he just had to break up with her because it was for the best. The girl did not want to, saying she'd wait for him no matter what, but the boy was insistent. The girl did not want to cut all ties with the boy and so asked him to become her friend instead.

The boy agreed, but on one condition. After he goes to the states he will only communicate with her through a blog. She can post messages there and he will post his messages back. The girl, even though it was painful for her, agreed. Soon enough, the boy left for the States. The girl checked his blog everyday to see what he would say to her. After every week, he'd post stories there about his life in the states. And he'd make harsh remarks about the girl and how she's not moved on yet. This of course only angered the girl and posted back, though unanswered.

Several months passed, ever week there was a new post in the blog, each time there was nothing but harsh words for the girl and every post seemed to make him more distant. The girl began to loath the guy,and slowly stopped visiting the site. After a while she could not take the posts anymore she started going out to forget about things. Eventually she became happy with her own life, no longer dependent on the blog of her ex. And maybe it was hard for her, but eventually she moved on, and she lived a good life.

Once upon a time there was this boy who loved a girl, and he was lucky enough, blessed enough to have the girl love him back. He loved her so much, but fate would not have things as easy as they appeared. The boy was diagnosed with a very rare case of Alzheimer's Disease, striking very early in life, giving him only a few months until he would forget everything and eventually pass on. He tried breaking up with the girl but the girl loved him too much.

The girl had so much ahead of her and to have her tied to him would only make her suffer too much. In his mind, he would rather spend his final hours living alone than have the girl suffer longer than he would. He decided to hide his illness by pretending to go abroad. And since there would be too little time for her to forget him, he wrote ahead, lots and lots of posts that would show him gradually distancing from the girl.

He then asked his bestfriend to create a blog for him, and every week, she'd post an entry on the blog from what he wrote for that week. There was enough entries for a year. The bestfriend agreed, though reluctantly, she agreed. The boy broke up with the girl and then went back to his province where he would spend the last of his days, slowly forgetting what he would rather not have forgotten. He had planned to make his girlfriend move on and he had succeeded. At first he would ask the bestfriend how the girl reacted, he'd feel sad but he knew well enough to not reply.

Eventually the disease took its toll. He would ask for replies but not really know why he'd be asking such things. He started forgetting his memories of the girl. He forgot even his bestfriend, and his last request to her, but the bestfriend followed his instructions diligently. Time passed and the girl stopped posting in the site. Later on the bestfriend learned that the girl finally moved on, and not long after that, the boy finally passed away without not even knowing the great sacrifice he had done.

And maybe this was a tale never meant to be known unto the world, as one forgot and other became forgotten. But in life there are only so many things one can witness that would be so overwhelming, so lifechanging that even though not everybody would remember how it happened, the feelings will always be real, always be unchanged. And that is why before I finally leave this blog, I, the best friend would like to leave this final recounting of the great story behind the posts on this site, that whosoever would stumble upon it in the future would know that once upon a time, there was a boy who loved so much, he went on beyond the fear of forgetting, beyond the fear of being forgotten, to give the girl who was most important to his life another chance at being happy.

And if you can read this, Diana, today, tomorrow, or many years from now. Shed no tear as I have. Up to his final moment he was happy, though his mind did not know why, his heart and soul did. And it was nothing less than his ultimate ardent wish for you to love again, to live again, to be happy. Never frown. Always look on the bright side of things. Be happy for him, for you have been loved by the greatest love that I have ever seen.

And I am more than thankful to have seen it all.

Best wishes,
"Bes" Sarah.

For Marco Dimanlaon.
June 23, 1985 - Dec 29, 2007

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this is not the final post of this blog. this is the final post of another blog, (hence the title).This is my entry to evilwoobie’s Valentine Share Your Love Story Contest. She's an ex-RO player cum blogger. Whether or not the story is real is up to you guys to find out. Oh and yeah, I won't be posting tomorrow either so this will be for tomorrow's update. Have a nice weekend guys. I know I will, with my GF. :)