Why does a night like March 20 happen if July 10 was to be eventually? March 20 was surreal. From the moment I saw you, to the practices you were doing before the night even started, to our cruise along the bay, to the bridge that had pillars changing their color (this was my favorite part of the night), to saying goodnight. I loved every moment of it.

All these years in college I’ve been trying to understand a lot about different sorts of things. I’ve dealt with complex problems: calculus, thermodynamics, Engineering Science, physics, etc. I’ve managed to do ok with handling each. Life, the most complex of all, is what I’m discovering right now.

Eventually, I knew that things wouldn’t work out. I was leaving. Then I became selfish. Selfish in a way that I distanced myself to you because I know that it’ll be hard for me to leave someone I really cared a lot. I didn’t know what to do and I still don’t. I’m sorry..

You can probably relate to me when I say that we humans tend to question a lot of things. And the majority of our questions are why-questions. Philosophers have wondered, “Why are we here?” We ourselves ask a lot of whys. Why do we stumble? Why is this happening to me? Why do we meet someone and end up leaving that someone? Why do we love?

I like you, I’ve told you this. I just wish things were different. I’m gonna miss how childlike you act (this I find the most attractive), how you remind me that life can be so much fun and spontaneous, how you use “kanya” instead of “kaya.” I’m gonna miss you.

It would be great to find the answers to our whys but more often than not, we end up not knowing. How-questions on the other hand are easier to answer. Basically, it all depends on us. Instead of asking our whys, why not ask “How do we get up?” “How can I handle what is happening to me?” “How do we love?” There’s a difference in knowing the answers to life’s complexities. It’s just an issue of answering the questions that matter the most.

By the way, I got a 96% in my March 21 exam. And oh by the way, I should be asking, “How did a night like March 20 change my life?” You have no idea.