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TEXTMATE...(a very sad story that will make you cry...)

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Post by sentinel on Tue 10 May - 14:05

``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 it 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.
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.
"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u
in my heart. Lock it up & throw
away d key so dat no1 can evr tke
u away from me..."One day, she
sent this message to me. I replied: 'In life, we seldom find
a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold
on & nvr let go... value dat prson
coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &
holdin on..."
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.
But there was something that kept
bothering me... I couldn't
understand what was it, but it
made me fell nervous. I tried to
call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending
messages.
Suddenly one night, just three days
before our Lord's birthday. I
heard my phone's message tone
again... at last!It was from her! "Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we
luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat
doesn't mean dat we stopped
loving dem or we stopped 2 care.
Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful
way 2 say I LOVE YOU." I was dumfounded. I didn't know
what to think of. What did she
mean? I texted her back,
searching for answers, but found
nothing. I called her but she would
not answer. 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 sent another loving message. Nothing around me could
feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day
before Christmas, my cell beeped
again. It was her!
"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 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 to
see her already there, smiling at
me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a
thousand words; small, kissable
lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and
long black 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.
The voice that I had 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 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," he said and gave 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 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, smiling sadly.
"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother.
Please come inside, Julius." While
we were 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
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 pinkroses.
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 Mika's father.
"We are so glad you came, Julius.
Mika talked of 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 us not to bother reaching
you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and
here you are.
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed
me. I cried silently beside her,
staring at her lovely face,
memorizing every 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 hadtold me she went everyday. Sitting there praying and crying to
God, I held my phone and typed:
"U taught me how 2 care; u taught
me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2
lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but
ders 1 thing didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2
let go. I LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I
knew she wouldn't be able to hold
her CP again, I knew in my heart
she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my
phone beeped again,felt a 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 person u
love, but dont let go of God's hand.
4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b
holding d person u love n d ader
hand 2 let u hold each other
again." "I will never forget you, Mikaella
and will never let go..." I vowed to
her and to myself as I left the
church.`
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