Cupid and Psyche Part 1
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I am Psyche, 30. I am now married (happily, I guess),
though this story is not about my hubby. It is a
wonderful tale that happened once upon a time.
Many would be thinking why the hell am I writing
about a past love. I often have dreams about a man
– I call him Cupid - but it was just recently
that I dreamt about him several times, and it really
bothered me. In my dreams, he was almost within
my reach but was gone the moment I had realized
he was there. I always wake up miserable and heart-broken.
I cannot forget the dream for several days, and
when I had gotten over it, I would dream about him
again. I had tried to bury him in the innermost
part of my superego; however, he still emerges from
time to time. I guess I cannot just suppress a very
beautiful – yet painful – romance that
took place a long time ago. So I decided to let
it out by weaving a tale about it.
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It should have been true love. It was platonic
and pure; it was deep and intense; it was gentle
and honest. Something took place between us that
we did not have to talk about, that we did not have
to put into words. It just blossomed, and we just
felt and savor it. We never kissed, nor held hands,
nor embraced. But it was like kissing him everyday
whenever I smell his perfume; it was as if we were
holding hands whenever I hear his voice; it was
like embracing him whenever I look at his eyes.
It’s as if our hearts could talk and understand
It was almost perfect. ALMOST. But he was 17 and
I was 21. And he was my student.
It was my first year of teaching. Our beginning
was quite hazy to me. I think it all started through
a childish and corny chain letter. Anyone who received
the letter has to recopy and send it to seven ‘special’
people, and also gave each an angel figurine, and
the cycle goes on. Cupid was a quiet and respectful
student who seldom speaks. I was surprised to receive
a chain letter from him. Being a teacher, I do not
want my students to spend on unnecessary things
so I ignored it and discouraged them on spreading
the letter. One day, Cupid’s friends teased
me that he was so eager of finding the perfect angel
figurine to give me. I just smiled when he blushed
and this time, I noticed him from a different view.
A few days later, he gave me a Cupid figurine and
everything changed since then, especially when the
rest of his classmates started teasing him. But
instead of being embarrassed, he became different.
He turned into an active and funny student full
of life. I was so happy for him, happy and flattered
that I was part of that great change.
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He and his friends started accompanying me on my
way home. It was then that I realized that the kids
I scowled at and scorned in the mornings during
classes were young adults who had different visions
and dreams in life. I learned a lot from them and
in the process got closer to Cupid, whom I considered
the most mature of them (sounds like I want to justify).
One day, his friends had other activities to do
so he was the only one to go along with me in going
home. He had so many stories to tell, making me
laugh my heart out along the way. These interactions
were repeated until he is the only one who comes
with me every afternoon, except weekends. We became
friends. Then I broke up with my boyfriend when
he started getting jealous and mad at my students.
I didn’t care if he was devastated. I didn’t
care if we have been together for three years. I
didn’t care at anything at all because for
the first time, I am really, truly happy.
Cupid and I had been together during several school
activities and as I watch his every move, I admired
him. His ways made me dream of finding a man that
would be as respectful and gentle as he was (and
is). He is a gentleman in its true sense. He pulled
chairs and opened doors for women; he knew when
to speak and when to listen; he respected everyone
and didn’t argue with anyone.
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