I was once fascinated by the beautiful pictures I saw over the web clearly showing nature's glory in every sunset. It wasn't just another sunset that caught my eyes. It was a Costa Rican sunset. And then I remember my first glance of that sunset two years ago when I met this "Tican" friend of mine from the same company but he's too far off to touch. That's when my love for Costa Rican sunsets began.

Everyday the sun rises in the East and beams down on mankind for some twelve hours before returning to vastness of space to rest from our sight and yet we barely see its magnificence. As we know for sure that for each time it sets, another day has been spent well, another body exhausted to the limits, another warm meal has been prepared for supper and another morning will have to come in a few hours as the cycle of life turns round and round.

And, there, at work, I met my tican sunshine, barely sunrise, barely sunset.

He was astoundingly bright and exceptionally smiley as I perceive him to be. And hey, he was every girl's apple of her eye in the office!(lol) I wouldn't call it that way if none of his colleagues had sent me a message one day to tell me how "cute" he is and how they adore him! Oh for goodness' sake, woman, stop yourself! Like I asked for that piece of information? Hello????Hahaha! But then again, that was knowledge learned, something I would gladly have taken as it is. Something that would have sent my blood rushing to my head for jealousy! Ooopss... did I say jealousy? Oh no, not that word. Maybe protectiveness, maybe envy??? Nah! Never mind. But it did send some hot air out of my ears! And some spark off of my head! Hahaha!!!

 

For two years communication has been on and off, on and off. Almost like the seasons changing from winter to spring, spring to summer, summer to fall and fall to winter. From cold gusts of satirical conversations and mockery towards each other to affectionate bouts of hugs and kisses from the miles.

Many times, he has conveyed his feelings for me, which I constantly shrugged off as just an emancipation of his childish infatuations and mere longing. I cannot reciprocate the feeling, much to his dismay. I could not even verify of its genuineness and entirety. I have over and over told him he was only deceived by photos of me. Merely a physical attraction. Nothing within the core of the feeling that can strengthen it as just a mere fondness and liking.

There's no denying the fact that he's not the typical tico. And despite his persistence that he is "supersuda" and the attractive guy that he perceives himself to be (jejeje), which at some instances I would have to agree, he still is one guy that could brighten your day. Much like that special Costa Rican sun. And alas! I am captured by it much as I was by him.

He wrote to me once on a postcard he sent April and I received May of the same year. It was a lovely picture of a Costa Rican waterfalls, which, to him connoted that I "needed a bath." Hahaha! What a laugh that would be! I need not a bath, and most certainly not an advice like that from him. But hey, a?man's gonna have to say what a man's gonna have to say. So whatever came out from his mind, he put into writing. Childlike and vulnerably adorable. (Could my own self believe I'm writing this! jejeje)I couldn't help but cry out a sheer laugh and tons of giggles at the scribbles he had written. Well, shame on me, he had written them by heart! And he only meant well, just to keep in touch to bridge the thousand miles that separate us. And?I knew at that moment he was one heck of a friend. One unique and rare ore you hope to find in the deepest of mines. Only to find out he was that one beautiful sunshine you hope to cast its spell on your day and throughout your life.

Not all friendships are sweet. So is this one we share. We have been through the deepest heartaches (on my side I know I have) as we argue on things, turn our conversations sour and let ourselves succumb into cold and silent retaliation. For days we hadn't spoken. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. And yet somehow, there seemed a bright light to clear our thoughts and cleanse our anger. A simple "hi" and we're back talking. Like what they say, at the end of the tunnel is a rainbow. Behind the dark clouds, the smiling sun! Alas! The sun again! Jejeje!

And here I am, trying to conclude another chapter of my life in this book of endless journeys. My so-called existence. As my Tican sun will soon depart, will soon set and cast its mighty rays and splendor over some great fields and meadows unknown to me. The darkness will soon drape the light, as it wraps the earth in its cold embrace. As darkness falls and the sun is hidden beneath the star-studded skies, I am at a loss. Loss for words to say, for ideas to think, for actions to do. And I am left with a few questions in my mind. When will my Costa Rican sun shine on me? Will this be my last Costa Rican sunset?

 

Fallen Angel