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
had
told 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.
