For someone to believe in the existence of something, she has to experience and to see it with her own eyes. This idea has been existing long before.

As I spend my vacation in our old town, I had the chance to talked to my cousin whom until now had not experience the so-called-thing love. While we are eating our merienda, I asked Mica why is it that at her age she never had a boyfriend. She just smiled at me and answered that maybe she had not seen love through the eyes of someone looking at her. She believed that like fairytales, one day her prince charming would come, take her hands and will asked her to marry him. But I told her that fairytales are different from the reality, they do not just come true. She should allow herself to feel love’s enchanting experience.

I guess my cousin is afraid to fall, scared to be hurt, embarrassed to show how she feels, irritated to be governed, petrified to take risks or maybe her man has not yet walked on her path. But I am certain that she is not a lesser of a person and not bitter in love.

I told her to stay believing in love because in one way or the other, it will come across. It is not a matter on how many have she had or how early. The important thing is that when love comes her way, it is the love she have not yet seen but she have always believed in.