We have no inkling of what John Marc and Seneca have gone through. We, mere bystanders, curious spectators of these two people who seemed to have found all the luck in the world as they vowed “I do”.
We have no idea how hard it was to wait for years until John Marc could finally confess his feelings to Seneca. They were both college students then, when in one of the dormitory events, Seneca sang and her voice was the most beautiful voice John Marc has ever heard. They were friends, but since that magical moment, John Marc knew he wanted them to be more than friends. For John Marc has finally found the woman he can’t live his life without.
But the road was thorny, and the journey a heart-breaking one. The gentleman John Marc is, he waited for her to graduate college. Why? Well because that’s the right thing to do, he would say. From the moment he realized she’s all he ever wanted in life, all he’s been doing was wait and wait and wait. How much longer must he wait?
And then finally, after all the years of waiting, he has finally told her. He laid down his intentions and expressed how he so wanted to be her man. It was the moment he has long been waiting for. It was the moment she gave him a resounding “No”.
We have no idea how to wait for years to express one’s love, and then having that pure, unadulterated love get rejected so coldly. We have no idea how it is to cry out in tears for nights, deploring God to change the heart of a woman who doesn’t love you the way you want her to. We have no idea how it is to continue living day by day seeing no hues of color — days and weeks and months of black and white. We have no idea.
We have no idea that love is a battle, but John Marc does. He knew. He always knew.
For love is something you die for, for living without it is tantamount to death. And so you pursue love with all abandon. This is what John Marc knew.
So he persevered. Prayed harder. Wooed her again. Proved his undying love.
We have no idea how it is to hope against all hope. To be sustained by nothing but love. We have no idea that love is all a person could need. Until John Marc proved it.
We look at John Marc and Seneca on the day of their wedding, two incandescent lovers, and yet we see only one. One heart. One passion. One soul.
Gone were the days when we believed with all conviction in true love. Or in fighting for it. For the realities of life has led us to believe that love is as real as the existence of Santa Claus giving gifts to good children on a snowy Christmas Day.
But we look at John Marc and Seneca vowing “I do”, and we see love. Beating. Breathing. Blooming. Love who battled, got wounded, fought against all odds, battled over and over again… and won.