THE STORY OF THE LOVE REVOLUTION by Leo Esquillo Love Revolution is deeply intertwined with my and Rosal’s love story. Our experiences in Love, Family Life and Christian Life led and inspired me to create my original ideas on the Love Revolution -- the world’s first economic, political, social and ecological ideology and revolution based on Love. My real name is Rosalio. Her name is Rosal. Our names alone made us think that we were really meant for one another. I first noticed how beautiful Rosal was when I was in grade 5. She was in grade 4. I started courting her when I was in second year high school. We became steadies when I was in fourth year and she was in third year. The date was November 20, 1971. We were happy with our love for the next some years. But a storm slowly and silently developed. It tested our love. It broke out on November 20, 1978, on our seventh anniversary as steadies. We celebrated our seventh anniversary. We watched the movie “The Champ”. Its theme song is “If You Remember Me”. The movie was about separation of two lovers (the boxing champ and his beautiful wife), rebirth of love between them for the good of their only son and a poignant ending due to death of the champ. After our date, I brought her home. We kissed and said our goodbyes. Before I left, she gave me a letter. I accepted it and left, without any idea what the letter was about. I read her letter in the jeep. She was breaking up with me!!!. She said that I do not love her enough, that I loved my idealism and activism more than her, that I was not preparing for our future family. My world crashed. I loved her so much. But she was right. I had become a serious activist. I had become so disinterested in business and did not want to have anything to do with it. I was already thinking of joining the communist revolutionary movement. She was already a CPA and working at SGV. I was thinking of becoming an NPA. I was a rebel with a cause she could not embrace. She had no future with me. Losing her was the most painful experience of my young life. I tried my best to woo her back. I visited her the next night and promised her I would change. She refused to return to me. I met with her some more times pleading with her to come back to me, but she refused. I went back to school and enrolled at UP Manila to show her I was changing. She turned me down many times for almost a year, until I thought that maybe Rosal does not love me anymore and maybe I should learn to love again. I courted a beautiful classmate of mine. I and my classmate were only MU (not yet formal steadies) when I went to Majayjay during the sem break. When I was returning to Manila for the new sem, I saw Rosal in the jeep we were riding. Mixed feelings of love, sadness and pain gripped me when I saw her. My heart was beating so fast. As I was looking at her, I was thinking: “Heto ang babaeng pinakamamahal ko, pero wala na kami.” How sad and painful that was. We boarded a bus going to Manila. We talked a while, then I told her, “Mahal na mahal na mahal pa rin kita. . . . Please, bigyan mo pa ako ng one last chance”. After hearing this, she cried. I asked her why she was crying but she did not speak a word. She just kept on crying. I held her hand. She did not refuse. I embraced her. She looked at me with eyes filled with tears, then embraced me too tightly. I kissed her and she kissed me back. We kissed passionately even though there were people looking at us. Wala kaming pakialam sa mundo! We kissed and embraced many times in the bus. I brought her to her house in Sta. Cruz, Manila. We agreed to meet the next day. We dated. We missed one another so much. We talked about so many things. She told me the reason why she cried uncontrollably in the bus, “Na realized ko na mahal na mahal pa rin kita. … Wala akong minahal na iba kundi ikaw." --- To be continued ---
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 04:30:21 +0000
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