However moving on isn't as easy as it seems to be. The people, that place, the songs, the topic for my daily conversation all links back to one common thing - which is you. Last Wednesday, i actually saw someone that look exactly like you. Images surfaced, what else can i do? Fate brought us together and tear us apart. I believe this is what we call predestined. If it's yours, it's yours. Ok wait before i go into more elaboration, i shall stop, otherwise... hahahaha:D
Ok anyway my results were released.. not all but most.. some results were surprisingly well done while some is just like what i expected; didn't do well. hahaha:D Just hope that my parents will be satisfied with my results and allow me to change my laptop. otherwise i really have to save money to change it myself. :'(
[Shall keep my fingers cross and pray hard for it. hahaha:D ]
Anyway came across this story..shall share it with you readers... FYI Julius is a guy and Mikaelle is a girl. I actually mistook Julius as a girl when i first read the story. LOL! So here it goes...
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 textmate?"
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 textmate?" 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! "Please reply to this message & be an angel & save me from this 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. "I am not an angel and if you want someone to save you, I am not superman... I'm just a simple person who you wake up at this hour of my night!!! Anyway, do I know you?" I typed.
Seconds later came the reply. "Nope, YOU don't know this lonely soul. Nor does she knows you . But I want to be your friend. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. YOU?" "Just call me Julius. How did you get my no.?" I sent back. "Hi Julius, nice to meet you. 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 every time 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 friend & I will keep you in my heart. Lock it up & throw away the key so that no one can ever take u away from me..." One day, she sent this message to me. I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true person & if you ever find one, hold on & never let go... value that person because it's a gift worth keeping & holding on..."
I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, "Value the people who have touched your life because you will never know just when they will walk out of your life & never 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, even though we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.
I text her back. "Don’t come close for later you will just pass by; don't touch me if later you will just let me cry; don’t love me if later you will just 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.
"Though we are miles apart, you are always in my heart. I close my eyes & there you are. Even if I'll never see u, I'll always be here to care for you, far longer than forever..." 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 you secretly is a hard thing for me to do, hoping, wondering that u will feel the same way too, but I can't read your mind if you love me too. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving you."
"How I wish I could really tell you how much you mean to me, but am afraid to love, scared to get hurt... I hope that you will wait for me & pray that u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply. And then I replied again," The reason why I met u is because of destiny but if destiny will suggest that I'll live without you, then I'll die 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 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 three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her! "Often times we say goodbye to the one we love without wanting to. Though that doesn't mean that we stopped loving them or we stopped to care. Sometimes, GOODBYE is a painful way to 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 the cafe, 10 AM today," 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 chiselled 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," she 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 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 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 had told me she went every day. Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "YOU taught me how to care; YOU taught me how to be kind; YOU show me how to like someone; YOU show me how to love; but there’s one thing YOU didn’t teach me & it hurts more - YOU didn’t teach me how to let go & I LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her cell phone again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again, I 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 the hand of the person you love, but don’t let go of God's hand. For if you hold to his hand. He may be holding the person you love and the other hand to 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.
although it is not a real life story..but i think there is quite a number of things we can pick up from here.. hahas:D anyway shall end here today.. GOODNIGHT! :)
Quotes for the day:
Women always worry about the things that men forget. But men always worry about the things that women remember. ~Albert Einstein
