Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened. I guess that’s all I needed to do, to be thankful that somewhere in my life, you happened. I met you, I was happy. We were together, my dream came true. You loved me, my life was colored like a rainbow. You left me, I died. In all the things that I could never forget, it was your name – PAMELA.
It was somewhere in July that I happened to bumped you on your way with friends. I said sorry but you smiled. The crazy thing was I was stunned, a smile of an angel. Heaven must be good to me I thought. Nothing, yes, I did nothing but looked at you walked away. I really did saw heaven’s beauty that day. You were an Angel. My friend tapped my shoulder and asked me what’s wrong. I was supposed to point at you but you were completely gone. So I said it was nothing.
I asked all my friends if they know you, describing your smile and beauty. But they said I must be joking, crazy or something. Beauties here in town were no angel they said. I thought maybe you’re from other town or heaven maybe? Well, friends are friends and serious stuffs are jokes. What I did was I bought them food, and it was effective. I got your name – PAMELA. Oh yes, sounded heavenly to me.
Searching for you within the crowd was not easy. It’s like searching a raindrop in the sea. It was impossible. I felt hopeless. But one day, instead of me finding you, you found me. It was acquaintance party that day. And I really don’t have any idea why it happened but I was thankful did. I was thinking not to attend the party but you called me by name and I was like, “oh my God, she knows my name? I can’t believe it! Heaven knows it all really.” Oh yeah, that kind of a reaction thing. Without a doubt, of course I am a guy and I should be the one asking and starting things out, I took my chances to lead the way. I asked you if you could go out with me that night and you agreed. We were at the party for a while but we decided to go somewhere else. Some place to hear ourselves. And we really heard ourselves quite well.
It was my first time in town to be out so late and spending a night with a stranger. A stranger that I never thought could made me feel different. I was so comfortable. I was happy. I was myself. I was me. I reckoned you were the sweetest thing that ever happened to me. It’s all in your name – PAMELA means “all sweetness.”
What can I say? Well, I stopped believing that fairy tales exist a long time ago. But with you, you made me believe them again, that fairy tales exist in real life. I just have to open my heart. As the say, “it is only by the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.” I know that life is not a fairy tale, that is, and you don't always have happy endings. But you can make the best of what you do have and accept it for what it is, and just keep living. That’s all you can do. That’s all I can do. And that’s what I did.
If all the days are all the same, today might as well be just like any ordinary day. There are happy days and lonely days, but that’s what makes a single day special. How can we know that a day is special without the lonely days? I believe that those days we spent together were special ones. I’ve known that when you left and went to were you really belong, to heaven. You were an angel after all.
I’ve been through many heart breaks in my life. But when you left? I felt different. I know we haven’t spent a long time with each other but I felt I’ve never been heart broken. The truth is my heart grows stronger, bigger, and happier. And if ever our roads will cross again one day? I would like to believe that this time, we are stronger; we are more grown up, and we know better. And that would be the time that we are not going to let each other go again. It may be when you come back here on earth, or I go there with you in heaven. I am not crying because it’s over. I am happy and smiling because it happened. I guess that’s all I needed to do, to be thankful that somewhere in my life, you happened.
