"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 just closed my eyes when i heard the message tone again. Again the message said 'Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?'
Who the hell could this be asking for a textmate 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 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!
'Pls 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 person 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?'
I sent back.'Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?'
'Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last 2 digits of mine.' she replied.
That was the first time 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 it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited my phone beeped, hoping it would be her. Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.
One day she sent me a message. 'Keeping me as a frnd & i will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away d keys so dat no1 can evr tke u away frm me.'
I replied. 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold on & nvr let go.. value dat prsom coz it's lyf gift worth keeping & holdin on...'
she replied 'Value the pipol hu have touched ur life bcoz u wil nvr know just wen dey will walk out of ur l;yf & nvr come back again' I never knew why but her response sents shiver to my spine.
though I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, even though we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.
I texted her back.'Don't come close f l8r ull just pass by;don't touch me if l8r u'll just let me cry; dom't luv me f l8r u'll just leave me and won't stay..'
I didn't know why i sent her that message, bt 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 keep 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.
One December night she send me this message.'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 b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever....' 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 ur 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 for 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 of free will.'
Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally she always answered....
Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit what I felt for her, rather, it even 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 other, face to face, heart to heart.
Just few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just thought she had ran out of prepaid, but there was something that kept bothering me..... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me feel nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless I continued sending messages.
Suddenly one night, just before our Lord's Birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again..... at last! It was from her!
'Oftentimes we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean we stopped loving them or we stopped 2 care. Sometimes GOODBYE is a painful way to say I LOVE YOU.'
I was dumbfounded . I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers.
For the first time in my life I felt so miserable...desperate...empty.
I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.
The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much..her messages... The tones that would tell me she'd she'd send another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut..tut....tut...tut.... just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again it was her!
'Meet me at d caf?, 10AM 2day,' I read aloud making sure the message was true , then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived. I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised o see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set of eyes that spoke a thousand words; small kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long lack hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes her eyes radiated kindness and love... but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?
"Hi Julius,' said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. A voice that I waited to hear for so long. 'Please sit down.'
'I am very pleased to meet you Mikaella.' I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.
'Thanks Julius.' she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.
'You are always welcome, Love.'
'Julius I can't stay/' she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? 'I really must go.'
'But we just met Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?' I asked, pleadingly.
'I can't really, I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart.' she was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes.. She got up and smiled at me lovingly. 'Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me.' she said and give me a piece of white linen paper. I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone.
The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.
They lived in an exclusive subdivision . Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who i was and that I was looking for Mikaella. The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit. A woman went out and walked towards me, smilingly sadly.
'Hi I'am Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside Julius' while we are walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that the there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid. As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking. I asked her mother. 'Where is Mikaella?'
She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses nothing but pink roses.
No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there, The same beautiful girl I met...
A man came beside me, I knew he was Mikaella's Father.
'We are glad you came, Julius. Mika talked to you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her'
I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in > Limbo.
'But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday?'
'That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child.' said her father.
'But...' I couldn't find the words to say.
'She told you will come, and here you are,'
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, starring at her lovely face, memorizing each line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.
After the internment that afternoon. I went to the chapel she had told me she went everyday. Sitting there praying and crying to God, i held my phone and typed. 'U thought me how 2 care; taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing u didn't teach me & it hurts mor - u didn't teach me how 2 let go. ILOVEYOU.'
I sent the message and though I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again, I felt shiver down my spine. The Sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.
'Let go of d hand of d prson u love. but dnt let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand, He maybe holding d prson u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again.'
'I will never forget you Mikaella and I will never let go....'
I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church. "
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