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I was raised up in a poor family. My late father was a driver and my mother made and delivered yema’t pulboron in different schools and houses. After father got stroke, we only depended on mother’s little income and sometimes a help from my aunt. So it’s hard for us to buy what we needed and wanted. My bag and pair of shoes used in my schooling were only the old ones used by my aunt in her office.

I understand the situation I had in my family. I was just a simple person with simple dreams and it was ok for me to continue dreaming without money.

Until one day, while waiting for a jeepney in our way home from school, I saw my best friend and my other classmates looking and laughing at my old pair of shoes. It hurts. It really hurts to see even your best friend laughing at you because of having that old ugly pair of shoes. I walked alone to my house crying. My parents saw my tears and asked me why I was crying. I told them what happened.

I didn’t know how my parents got money because the following day, they bought me a new pair of shoes. I was so happy that time. It was not an expensive one but for me, that was a perfect pair of shoes I had for it was bought by my parents for me. I did not need to ask my aunt anymore to lend me her shoes again.

I told myself to take care of it. But since that was my only shoes, after years of using it, it became an old rugged pair of shoes. Though it was old, I didn’t throw it. I kept those shoes because that was still the prefect pair of shoes I had.

There’s no such a perfect person. But when we learned to love and be loved, we will consider our partner to be a perfect one. But before we met that perfect person, we will shed more tears first and learned more lessons from the heartaches we had. And once we found him, we want to take care of him and never want to hurt him. But we need to continuously share our life to the perfect person we love. Continuously share our laughter and tears, our hopes and dreams, our failure and success. And sometimes, we hurt them unintentionally.

Sharing our life with our partner is like using our favorite pair of shoes. We use and love them every day. Though we want to take care for them as long as we can, there are still times that we hurt them. But what important is, our love for our favorite and perfect pair shoes remains and never fades.

My husband is my perfect pair of shoes. He is a perfect man for me. I’m happy to be with him. I do want to share my whole life with him and without him, I am like a woman wandering around in the midst of darkness. But there are still times that shortcomings and misunderstanding come. Sometimes, our relationship is like old rugged shoes and needed to throw away in a trash. But it is my deepest love for him (I know he also does) that keeps the pair of shoes shiny and new one.

To my husband, Guiller Jonas Matacot Jr., thanks for being my perfect pair of shoes. Thanks for being my hopes, my dreams, and my life. We may not be a perfect partner but I know that our deepest and true love for each other will keep our relationship shiny, new and beautiful one like a beautiful perfect pair of shoes I had.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I love you very much….