It was a slow day for us. I was thinking of cleaning my scuba gear when I saw her walk in followed by a male companion. I would find out later that he was her brother. I know this sounds cheesy, but the world literally stopped, as I watched her walked in the garden in front of our dive center. Instead of entering our dive shop, she turned the other way and walked to the edge of the pool.

I stood up and walked over to my friends who were sitting beside the pool. I don’t know what they were talking about because I was fixated on her. She stood still on the edge and had not even looked my way. Her brother had wondered off somewhere in the garden.

I talked to my friends while staring at the girl by the pool. How much time had passed, I had no idea and I didn’t care. And then she plunged into the pool. I watched her swim to the middle of the pool and knew from that moment on, I was in love.

The Girl by the Pool

I loved everything about her. I was an avid scuba diver and passionate with the aquatic world. She loves being in water. I thought we were perfect for each other. I knew what I had to do. As soon as she came back to the edge of the pool, I walked over and offered my hand to help her.

I befriended her, I talked to her, and she genuinely liked me.

That same day, she moved in with me. From that moment on, we were always together.

The Girl with Me

I spoiled her in every conceivable way and she spoiled me with her company. We were inseparable. When I am off diving, she would always wait for me to return. I was madly in love with her and so was she with me.

Couple of months or so later, I had to go to the city. I had to leave her and promised to return. I would miss her as soon as I left the island and the thought of her waiting for me was all I needed to do what I had to do in the city and return as soon as possible.

I asked my friend, a neighbor, to watch out for her. I want her safe.

The Girl by the Pool

The Girl I Loved

After a week, I returned to the island. I went straight to the dive center to leave the things I picked up for the shop. My friends, co-instructors and business partners met me and said, “Bubbles is dead.”

Her name was Bubbles. The girl by the pool was dead. The girl who lived with me was gone. The girl I was madly in love with had died when I was in the city. I walked out and told my friends I was taking a walk on the beach.

“How could I have let her die?” I was walking on the powdery white sands of Boracay with a broken heart.

To this day, I miss my Labrador.