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Text Buddies

( Part 1 )

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 andcut through the heart.

( Part 2 )

"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!
"Often tyms 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 dum founded. 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.

( Part 3 )

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.

The End..!!






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