GOODBYE, MY LOVE

UNEDITED SAMPLE LITERARY ARTICLE
By Karez Amparo Martin
IV - Michael Faraday


I admit that I neither want to hear nor talk about this matter. Whenever I think of it, I just cannot stop the flow of emotions coming from my heart directly toward my already watery eyes. This sorrowful thought always makes me feel like half of my heart is being engulfed from me by an invisible force. And as I am writing right now, I can’t help but stop every once in a while to gather up my composure and continue to write without letting these tears escape my stinging eyes and my breaking heart.

A lot of things make me look forward to the coming days of this year: the release of the book “Breaking Dawn”, the Intramuros trip for our journalism class, our first stipend this school year, and our most-awaited overnight at a friend’s house this semester break. These things are just a few of the gazillion ones that I am delirious about. I love keeping myself preoccupied with this kind of activities, so that I will remain as blissful as ever. School works serve as an advantage for me, keeping me busy and helping me avoid all those dispiriting sentiments from entering my mind.

But then again, I never fail to disappoint myself. I am not the masochistic kind of person, though I can’t just push these painful thoughts at the back of my mind. I knew this was coming; nothing lasts forever, as they say it. But what about all the memories, all those ecstatic experiences that will just make me sob every time I remember them? They last forever, don’t they? I mean, at least until the day I die, they’ll be with me. I cannot help but bite my lips as flashbacks appeared one by one in my head, making me realize how much time has passed, and how little time is left until I bid every bit of it goodbye.

Words are not enough to express how blithe and honored I am for being a part of this institution. No exaggeration necessary. People think that any student admitted to the famous Makati Science High School is such an intelligent and exemplary child. They believe that our life only revolves around the academic world. They are oblivious of the other side of this institution, the side which struck my whole being with an unexpected repercussion. I cannot imagine what I could have been if this foundation has not been a part of my gratifying life.

I can now understand the anxiety I have been feeling since last summer. I have always been anxious of being a senior, let alone the fact that we always have this pile of school works to accomplish. Just thinking of a school day without riding an Ayala jeepney on my way to school makes my heart ache. This place has been my second home for what seemed like a lifetime, and leaving it is almost close to impossible. How would I continue to live without hearing the voice of our guidance counselor every morning, without all the preposterous conversations I always have with my classmates, without having a glance of our dirty but warm classroom everyday, without all the cramming every test and submission of projects, and without having all these people around, with whom I became acquainted with for the past three years? How? Tell me how to stop and leave all these habits I have come to love. They already constitute a significant part of my life. I need them, just like how my lungs need oxygen.

I’ll understand if nobody will be able to comprehend this pain that I feel inside. Some may even be looking forward to our graduation, the day we say our final goodbye to this institution. I cannot bear imagining what will happen on that very day, for it will only make tears come streaming down my face. I’m not overreacting here; of course I’ll also produce a good amount of tears of joy, aside from the tears of misery which are stinging my eyes right now. Four years isn’t a joke, you know. I have to get used to another second home for the coming year, and get used to the fact that I won’t be coming back to this place which has been a part of the four most important years of my life for good.

I am so thankful to all the people who touched and transformed my life wholly. I am not quite an achiever, I am more of a trying hard, and I appreciate all those encouragements I got from different people. I know that this is not the end of everything, since our coming graduation will be the starting point of an entirely new experience for me. But it is difficult to be optimistic at times like this. I now know what that invisible force which engulfs half of my beating heart from me is. That invisible force is Makati Science High School, for I will be leaving a big part of my heart here in this foundation, and I will always visit here to reminisce all those happy moments I had while staying in this very institution.

I guess this the end of another love story of mine. Like in all the other love I have experienced before, admitting that I have reached the dead end is not an easy task for me. There is no coming back; I must be ready. Despite the fact that it will take a part of my already incomplete heart, I know that finally accepting this closure will open a lot more doors for me. I have to be ready for a new love, for sooner or later, that will come knocking at my door. And until that day, I know, I will be waiting.