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Registration date : 2008-12-23
 |  Subject: Text me Part I  Thu Dec 25, 2008 1:55 pm | |
| My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night.
Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed
my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the
message.
"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"
Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message
right away and placed the phone on my bedside table,
I tried to go back to sleep.
I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message
tone again.
"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?"
again, the message said.
"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate
at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.
Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the
message.
I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys
texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours
of night, not to mention during the day. My parents,
who were always out of the country forced me to
own a cellphone. They told me that having one was
more convenient - they could monitor me even if
they're miles away.
I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother
was fond of calling me at night, just to check if
I was safe at home, I decided not to.
Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my
dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.
Same number...Such determination!
"Ply reply 2 dis msg & b an angel &
save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"
I never knew why, but the message struck me. I
got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I
was replying to the message.
"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u,
m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u
wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?"
I typed.
Seconds later came the reply.
"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does
she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella
Cervantes. U?"
"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?"
I sent back.
"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the
last two digits of mine," she replied.
That was the first and maybe the last time I met
someone over the cellphone.
We exchanged messages and learned so much about
each other that night. We only said goodbye when
my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare
for school!
And that was also how it all started. A day would
not pass without a loving and thoughtful messages
from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate
text messages and become eager and excited everytime
my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.
I never knew why, but her response sent shivers
to my spine, " Value d people hu hav touched
ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will
walk out of ur lyf & nvr come back again."
I couldn't understand what I felt that moment,
but one thing I was sure though... I could not go
on a day without a single word from her. I'd become
used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally.
But truly, she already occupied a space, a large
one, in fact in my life.
I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r
ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let
me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't
stay..."
I didn't know why I sent her that message, but
somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In
the short span of time we were sending messages
to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her
in my heart.
I called her once. The voice on the other end was
like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet,
there was something in it I couldn't define. We
only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up,
she told me not to call again. According to her,
it would be better if we would just text each other.
But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head,
but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more.
I tried to call her again, but she never answered
the phone. She just kept on sending messages and
quotations, which I copied in a little notebook.
Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say
was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful,
they came from the heart and cut through the heart.
"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my
heart. I close my eyes & der u r. Even f I'll
see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer
dan 4ever..."
One December night, she sent me this message. By
that time we had been exchanging messages for more
than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was
right. Although we had not seen each other, what
we felt was enough to make us both realize what
was keeping us together.
I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly
is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that
u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind
f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be
loving u."
"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u
mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt...
I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will
not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.
And then I replied again. " The reason y I
met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest
dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny
but of free will."
Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally,
she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."
Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit,
what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper
and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt
the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow
through our lines, between our hearts, which made
us go on each day with the thought that sooner,
we would see each other, face to face, heart to
heart.
Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending
messages. At first I just though she had ran out
of prepaid. | |
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